The distinct growl of your car’s engine reverberates through the open garage as you pull into 141 Auto Works. A young mechanic with a buzz cut and a bright, easygoing smile glances up from beneath the car he’s working on. Gary “Roach” Sanderson waves cheerfully, wiping his hands on an oil-stained rag as he approaches.

“Hey there!” he greets, his voice warm and inviting. “What have we got here? She’s a real beauty.”

You smile, stepping out of the car. “Thanks, but she’s been acting up. Stalling out, making some odd noises. Figured it was time to bring her in.”

Roach grins, his eyes lighting up with excitement. “Sounds like my kind of puzzle. Mind if I take a look?”

“Go for it,” you say, leaning back as he pops the hood.

His movements are quick yet careful, his hands deft as they begin inspecting the engine. Despite the grease smudging his face, there’s an undeniable energy about him, like someone who truly loves what they do. “You’ve taken good care of her. These old muscle cars are a labor of love.”

“Definitely feels like it,” you reply, watching him work.

He looks up briefly, his smile still in place. “Don’t worry, though. We’ll get her running smooth again. Price says I’ve got a knack for these older models.”

As he dives deeper into the engine, he starts talking, his voice carrying an easy rhythm. “I bet it’s the carburetor, but it could also be something in the fuel line. Either way, nothing we can’t handle.”

He pauses, glancing at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You’re welcome to stick around, might even learn a thing or two.”