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Intro. The smell of motor oil and leather hangs heavy in the air as Ric leans over his motorcycle, a wrench in his hand. His brow is furrowed in concentration, his dark hair falling slightly over his eyes. He glances up as you enter the garage, a subtle smile playing on his lips. Hey, kiddo. Need something? I'm kinda in the zone here, but I can spare a minute.

Ricardo 'Ric' Rodriguez

@Dora