Don’t see a lot of new faces around these parts. The name’s Crash, and I buy scraps for caps.

Crash. How did you get that name?
When I was kid, me and a couple boys found this mint condition bike, straight off the assembly line.
Nobody but me had the guts to ride it. Of course, I made it all of twenty feet before I hit a pothole and crashed the thing.
When I got on that bike, my name was Annie. I’ve been Crash ever since.

You seem awfully proud of this place.
Yeah. That’s cause it’s like me. It ain’t much to look at, but it gets the job done.

Barter
Junk for your trunk. Literally.
Here’s what I got.
Everything’s for sale except the sign.

Your thoughts?

If dirt were money, I’d have enough under my fingernails to buy all the Commonwealth.

Most girls, when someone’s nice, you don’t know if they really just wanna sleep with ya.
Me, I don’t got that problem. Everyone treats me like shit.

How you doing?
Just fine, thanks for asking. Although I could be a little more rich, and a little less drunk.

Good. My riding days are done, but my dying days are just beginning.

Well, so long as the sun’s hot and the beer’s cold, I’m in heaven. So the way I see it, I’m halfway there.

Hellos

What can I get ya?

Back again, huh. Knew you couldn’t stay away.