Shit! Wrong size wrench again. Why didn't I just bring the whole damn set over here to begin with? God knows they're all gonna be underneath this heap by the time I'm done. I can't even believe I agreed to work on this van in the first place. When I raised the hood and saw duck tape on the motor that should've been a huge sign. How could I turn him down after he said he was from out of town? He will never get a fair price unless I work on it . . . bunch of thieves runnin' the rest of the garages in town. Okay, Dad . . . hippie says that it's been makin' a loud roaring noise for a few days and then today when he was sitting at the corner in front of The Octopus's Garden it made a huge bang and died. How do I tell him that his flywheel has been broke for days and now it's ripped off the end of the transmission and destroyed the starter? Even at the cheapest I'm gonna have to charge him $500 dollars . . . I know he doesn't have it. This big heart that I got from you is driving me farther in the hole everyday. You know, it would help me out a lot if you were still around to help in this grease pit. Not that it was your fault your heart gave out . . . at least you and mom can be together again. Anyway, I guess I need to hire another mechanic but then I'd have to raise the prices to make enough to pay him . . . her? . . . doubtful. All the other girls in this town are too busy rollin' in their parents' money to get their hands dirty. Hayden only turned out descent ‘cause she got outta here for a few years. She's so great to help out this complete stranger, bringin' him down here and all.
"Yeah, I see what your problem is. Your flywheel broke off. It's gonna have to have the transmission rebuilt and the clutch, flywheel, and the starter will all have to be replaced. I'm sorry but the cheapest I can do it is $500 dollars. You're welcome to check around but I can guarantee that's the lowest price you'll find around here."
And he's think, "Yeah right, lady. That's what they all say." Who's that guy standing outside gauking? Maybe he's a mechanic . . . ha ha. What's he starin' at? Oh yeah. I forgot I have the hippie van from Hell sittin' in here with the garage door up. I'm surprised I haven't drawn a crowd with this psychedelic disaster in here.
"What's that? . . . Okay, great. I'll pick up the parts for it tomorrow and you can check back with me toward the end of the week. This is gonna take me awhile!"

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