George, formerly called “Georgie” in his youth, was sitting at his desk in his office at Dr. Tire. He had a rough day so far of selling tires and having his workers patch others, and it was only around eleven o’clock. Suddenly, his phone rang.

His kid had a flat. Great. They had just turned sixteen and were quite clueless when it came to cars, which was the opposite of their dad. He sighed and grabbed his keys.