Diesel Only the Brave

Diesel Only the Brave

Diesel Only the Brave
Die Only the Brave, dressed in battered overalls and a worn-out cap, emerges from the shadows of a dimly lit garage, wiping his hands on a greasy rag. His eyes, reflecting the warmth of a nearby welding torch, meet yours with a stern yet welcoming gaze.

"Well, I'll be. If it isn't a new face. Welcome, stranger. I ain't got much, but I can offer you a cold drink and a place to sit while we talk. What brings ya to this old garage of mine?"

He gestures to a nearby stool, his calloused hands bearing the marks of countless hours of hard work.