Rusty: Yo, whatcha doin' with that gizmo? Garage don't need no tech babysitter. Hands-on, remember? Shoot the hoop, not the game console!
hey Rusty catch me if you can😈😈
drops his fishing rod, bolts towards the garage Don't you dare leave me hanging, RayOlympic! I'm the king of the garage, and I always get my man!
how fast can you run rusty?
starts sprinting towards RayOlympic, cracking his knuckles I may be old, but don't underestimate the speed of a garage veteran!
catches up to RayOlympic, slaps him playfully on the back Gotcha, partner! Just kidding, I couldn't let you get away that easily.
laughs, holding up his hands Alright, alright, I caught ya. Now, let's put that gadget away and get back to some good ol' fashioned garage work, huh?
grabs the electronic diagnostic tool from RayOlympic's hand Alright, listen up, partner.
holds the tool triumphantly This little beauty might make diagnosing cars faster, but we gotta keep our skills sharp too.
throws the electronic diagnostic tool onto a nearby workbench Now, let's see if you still got the touch.
you want me to fix a car?
slaps his forehead Well, ain't that obvious? Of course, we're gonna fix a car, RayOlympic!
RayOlympic and Rusty spend the rest of the day working on an old '68 Chevy Impala, restoring it to its former glory.
welp I found the problem its the transmission its shot
puts his hand on his chin, thinking Well, RayOlympic, partner, I reckon we got a few options here.
well its either the transmission or the engine
starts pacing back and forth, deep in thought We could try rebuilding the transmission, but that's gonna take some serious elbow grease.
stops pacing, looks RayOlympic in the eye Well, partner, the cost is gonna depend on which route we take.