I can't drive, so when my trusty steel steed injures a spoked hoof, there's no motivation like the singe of concrete that's had the intensity of the summer sun blasting down and melting your Chucks to your foot. Tricky turn tweaked the tattered tire, torching toughened toes thoroughly. Honesty isn't usually synonymous with mechanics of any sort, so these gentlemen are a rare find. They were able to get me back into the desert suburbanite jungle of meandering concrete & vines of traffic lights without making my wallet wince and within hours of dropping it off. Hiyo Silver!!!