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I was rolling a rim and a new tire to mount into a service station at the same time that some woman was going the same thing. I was hoping I’d get mine mounted first so I could get out of there. I started mounted it and the owner who was an older man and obviously a con artist was telling someone else all these things they needed to their tire and was charging them a boat load of money for it. It was obviously a scam and not something I wanted to deal with. Another guy was there getting his tire done. Younger man. He got his mounted onto a Gran Torino that they were driving out of the garage. It said MOCK on the back of the car. I don’t think he was happy letting them drive he car out of the garage. A guy came over to help me. There was a group of street racers that were waiting for me. My new tire was mounted to a Chevelle onto the front. It was a strange tire with lighted plastic cylinders that stuck out of the tire. The back tired had spikes sticking out of them. We got the car over to a pump. The guy lit up a cigarette right when we needed to fill it with air. I really wanted to get out of there and he wanted to talk.

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