Every day, every night, I park my car in front of "The bike Shop". You need your pedal bike fixed? A new part? Hell, you need a new bike? You come see these boys! They'll greet you with bad manners, poor taste in music blaring on a craptastic subwoofer, someone's girlfriends long un bathed mother sitting on the stoop...but what the fuck...they'll fix yous up right! They even fixed my sons scooter! They are annoying, yet nice people. Odd. They even have Guinea pigs....I've heard. Do I look like the kind of person that wants to talk? Why does everyone talk to me? Do I look friendly? I don't want to be friends. Really. I promise. *sighs and walks away* ....more to come