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.
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?" buy 1 get 1 tires
He went inside, but not before adding a small note to the bottom of the chalkboard: Limited time only. Don't push your luck. That night, Silas sat on his porch, watching
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 stared at the sign, then at his empty wallet
