[b][center][h2]Joel Nicolosi[/h2] [/center][/b]

The shop was full at Apex Designs, a little bit like old times, Joel thought as he made his way around lifting his arms and leaning back slightly to negotiate his way around a high spoiler. Unlike the past however, none of the cars inside belonged to customers. In the air, on the lift was his [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4947168]daily driving Celica[/url], in front on the floor parked at an angle was the [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4689246]GTR[/url] and pointing nose-out towards the street was the [url=https://static.carthrottle.com/workspace/uploads/posts/2015/11/6b571ab66c5e760fa06dc28e016027e4.jpeg]300[/url]. He made his way alongside of it and pushed the winning trophy from the Vineyard Rally out of the way with his foot. It was crowded, but he’d reached a slick deal with Sol City Nissan to display the [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4628181]race-winning[/url] 300 in their showroom while he worked out some more space. He handed a bottle of Guiness to Ryan Woods whose Mustang sat halfway nose-in with the hood up.

It felt good to be home doing things in some semblance of how business once operated at Apex Designs. The location had become more of a Southside novelty than a [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4496531]shop[/url], not that he longed for the past, but the simplicity of it was almost comical as he considered how much of a turn his life and career had actually taken in a surprisingly short amount of time. After a few spirited rounds around the block, he had a pretty decent idea of what was causing the trouble. He took a long drink while his freehand traced over the spark plug wires on both cylinder banks. In the back of the shop the stereo belted out tunes the same as always while the smell of steaks on the grill filled the whole shop. The outside curb was just as crowded with Sio’s Corvette and his Jeep parked with two of it’s big tires up on the sidewalk. It was still comfortably warm as the evening sun was setting over the old streets with an explosion of orange in the sky. Off in the distance the regular evening freight train horn sounded. He took another drink and pulled one of the plug boots out of the massive engine. 

“[url=https://easyautodiagnostics.com/images/articles-200-299/220/229/image_E_6.jpg]Here’s your problem[/url].” He said casually pointing the wire at Ryan for him to see. “Somebody likes to stomp the gas, huh?” He didn’t anticipate the young chef to understand the reference. “It’s just carbon track,” He said with a shrug, “Pretty normal, happens sometimes especially on these older cars, we just need to replace your plugs and wires.” Leaning back over the engine bay, he plugged the boot securely back in it’s socket. “It’ll be safe to drive until we get your parts, just stay away from the drag strip.”

He glanced over towards Siobhan, tending to dinner at the grill, not the least bit concerned their guest was a professional chef. “You should hang around.” He said to Ryan. “We’re expecting a little bit of company later, plenty of food,” He saw her glance up and gave a wink. “We do like’em rare around here though, and nobody critiques the chef other than me.” 


Joel’s shop radio
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