“It’s a Pro tool,” Fran said, not looking up. “Sealant’s rated for 50,000 miles. I’m giving you fifty-two. Don’t test it.”
“Daddy!” she screamed, and the wish she’d been whispering dissolved into a hug. pitstop pro
The garage was a cathedral of chaos. Toolboxes the size of refrigerators lined the walls. A vintage Ferrari was stripped down to its skeleton on one lift, while a farmer’s rusty tractor sat on another. The air smelled of ozone, burnt coffee, and ambition. “It’s a Pro tool,” Fran said, not looking up