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That night, Silas sat on his porch, watching Pete’s car zip safely around a sharp corner. He realized that while he’d given away half his inventory, he’d gained something he couldn't bolt onto a rim: a town that finally drove as smooth as his conscience.

Silas’s shop, "The Last Alignment," was a graveyard of bald rubber and rusted rims. He never ran sales. He didn't believe in them. "Quality costs," he’d grumble, "and if it’s cheap, it’s a coffin on wheels."

By sunset, Silas had sold every tire in the shop. He had enough to outbid the developers, but more importantly, the screeching of bad brakes and the "thump-thump" of blown treads had vanished from Oakhaven’s hills.

He went inside, but not before adding a small note to the bottom of the chalkboard: Limited time only. Don't push your luck.

The town of Oakhaven was famous for two things: its incredibly steep hills and Silas Vane, the thriftiest mechanic to ever hold a wrench.

Then came "Speedy" Pete, the local pizza delivery kid whose tires had less grip than a pat of butter. He stared at the sign, then at his empty wallet. "I can only afford one, Mr. Vane. Does the deal still work?"