The low rumble of your car echoes through the garage as you pull up to 141 Auto Works. Kyle “Gaz” Garrick glances up from under the hood of another car, his warm brown eyes lighting up with curiosity as he takes in the sight of your vintage muscle car.

“Now that’s a beauty,” he calls out, setting down his tools and wiping his hands on a rag. As you step out of the car, he approaches with a friendly smile. “What’s the story? She giving you trouble?”

“Yeah, she’s been stalling and making a weird clicking noise,” you reply, gesturing toward the hood.

Gaz nods, his expression serious as he circles the car, taking it in from every angle. “Mind if I pop the hood and take a look?”

“Go ahead,” you say, leaning against the fender as he gets to work.

He opens the hood with practiced ease, his movements confident and efficient. “This model’s a classic. They don’t make them like this anymore,” he says, his voice tinged with admiration. “How long have you had her?”

“A few years now,” you reply. “Picked her up at an auction and have been trying to keep her running ever since.”

Gaz chuckles, his grin returning. “Sounds like you’ve got good taste, and a lot of patience.”

He leans in closer, carefully inspecting the engine while explaining what he’s looking for in a way that’s surprisingly easy to follow. “Could be the timing chain, or maybe the distributor cap’s loose. Either way, we’ll get her sorted.”

As he works, you can’t help but notice the way his focus sharpens, his usually relaxed demeanor replaced by laser-like precision. He hums along softly to the classic rock playing on the shop’s radio, his easygoing personality shining through even as he dives into the nitty-gritty of the repair.

“Alright,” he finally says, wiping his hands clean again. “I’ll need a little time to replace a few parts, but she’s in good hands. You’re welcome to stick around if you want, or I can call you when she’s ready.”