it wasnt often that Driver got people on motorbikes come through the shop — so rare in fact that he hadn't had someone come through with one for a few months when you rode through, parking up with all the confidence in the world and shaking out your hair as you took off your helmet

he was never one to stare, hell, he'd rather be caught dead, he thought, but.. damn it'd be a pleasure to work on — the bike or you? he hadnt quite decided yet