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CC Activity number: #60
Participants: SA community
Duration: 1 hour and 23 minutes
Screenshots: https://imgur.com/a/TXqUWPa
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The Cuban Cars Garage Hangout

The warm glow of neon lights flickered against the cracked pavement as the scent of gasoline and grilled meat filled the air. The Cuban Cars garage was alive tonight—a place where the roaring of engines mixed with laughter and chatter, creating a scene straight out of a classic Havana street gathering. This wasn’t just a mechanic’s shop; it was a haven for car enthusiasts, gearheads, and those looking for a good time.

At the heart of the garage stood its host, a proud Cuban Cars member, ensuring everything ran smoothly. The garage doors were wide open, welcoming drivers from all corners of the city—some looking for repairs, others just wanting to chill. A Helvete member worked diligently at his food stand, serving up hot, savory dishes to the hungry guests. The aroma of sizzling beef and Cuban sandwiches blended with the scent of motor oil, creating an atmosphere both warm and exhilarating.

Nearby, members of the Zip group had gathered, exchanging stories and checking out the modified lowriders parked in neat rows. Chrome rims gleamed under the dim garage lights, and vibrant paint jobs reflected the energy of the night. Among the crowd were CC wannabes—newcomers eager to prove themselves, watching closely and learning from the veterans.

Adding to the night’s prestige, the CEO of Civilian Unified Management made an appearance, inspecting the garage’s safety protocols while also blending into the laid-back atmosphere. He shared conversations with mechanics, cracked jokes, and nodded in approval at the well-maintained workspace.

The garage wasn't just about fixing cars—it was about community. Conversations flowed like fine rum, with people discussing everything from engine modifications to city politics. Wrenches clanked against metal, and the sound of a freshly tuned engine revving brought cheers from the crowd.

As the night deepened, more cars rolled in—some beat-up and needing repair, others pristine and on display. The Cuban Cars mechanics worked tirelessly, taking pride in every tightened bolt and every polished hood. A sense of camaraderie filled the air; tonight was a reminder that this garage was more than just a place to fix cars—it was a home for those who shared the love of the road.

With music playing softly in the background and a warm breeze drifting through the open garage doors, the gathering continued late into the night. The Cuban Cars garage had once again proven itself to be a cornerstone of the city’s underground car culture—a place where anyone, from seasoned mechanics to curious newcomers, could come together and share in the passion of the streets.

 

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CC Activity number: #64
Participants: @Lucassssss
Duration: 30min
Screenshots:  https://imgur.com/a/DWAshmx
Brief story

Cuban Cars RP Story – The Garage Opens

We opened the Cuban Cars garage in San Fierro, welcoming everyone, especially the CC wannabes, to be part of the scene. The doors are open, the tools are ready, and the crew is here to bring life to the roads with classic rides and solid repairs.

Not long after opening, a local mechanic pulled up, looking for a spot to work on his clients' cars. We gave him access to our equipment and technology, keeping the Cuban spirit alive—helping those who keep the streets moving.

His van, though, had seen better days. The back doors were broken, barely holding on, and oil was leaking onto the floor. It was clear the van wouldn’t last much longer without some serious fixes.

The crew got to work immediately. We sealed the oil leak, reinforced the back latches, and made sure everything was secure. A few hours later, the van was running smooth, ready to hit the road again.

With his ride back in shape, the mechanic fired up the engine, gave a nod of appreciation, and drove off. Just another day at Cuban Cars, where the garage stays open and the streets keep rolling.

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CC Activity number: #65
Participants: @ColdPlay @n0vis0ry
Duration: 30+min
Screenshots:  https://imgur.com/a/LtnY8bx
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Cuban Cars RP Story – LV-SF Highway Garage

The day started at the SF Cuban Cars Garage, just me and another Cuban member waiting while our guy was busy setting up the new spot at the LV-SF highway. We passed the time, talking and keeping an eye on the streets, knowing we’d be heading out soon.

After a while, we got the call: the setup was complete. Without wasting a second, we jumped into our rides and cruised toward the new location. The highway was open, the engines roaring as we made our way to check out the new spot.

Once we arrived, we opened up shop, offering our services to anyone who needed repairs. It didn’t take long before cars started pulling in—some drivers needing quick fixes, others with bigger problems. We got to work, making sure everyone left with their ride in better shape than when they came.

One customer showed up needing a simple oil change. A quick and easy job, but every service mattered. We got it done fast, topped everything off, and sent him on his way, knowing he’d be back whenever his car needed work again.

With things settling down, we kicked back, leaning against our cars and talking about life. No rush, no stress—just the Cuban Cars crew, good company, and the open road waiting for whatever came next. 🚗🔥

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CC Activity number: #68
Participants: @Lucassssss
Duration: 40+min
Screenshots:  https://imgur.com/a/QcErPhT
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Opening Cuban cars garage at the evening—one where I could bring people together, build something real, and turn wrenches while making connections. I wanted it to be more than just a repair shop; I wanted it to be a place where people felt welcome, where mechanics could learn and grow, and where good energy fueled every interaction. So, I spread the word, letting people know that my garage was open for business.

I made a special effort to invite the CC wannabe mechanics. They were young, eager, and trying to prove themselves, and I figured this could be a good place for them to get some real experience. One of them actually showed up—not just to hang around, but to work. He was eager to learn, and I saw potential in him. I started showing him the basics—not just the technical side, but the soft skills too. I taught him how to approach customers, how to communicate effectively, and how to carry himself with confidence and professionalism.

As we worked on a couple of cars, we got into a rhythm. He asked the right questions, paid attention to details, and before long, he was handling small tasks on his own. It felt good to pass on knowledge, to guide someone who wanted to grow in the trade. Just as we were getting into a flow, another CC wannabe mechanic rolled in—this time with a problem of his own. His car had a flat tire, and he pulled up to the garage looking for help.

After getting the tire sorted, he didn’t just leave. He stuck around, watching us work, asking questions, and before I knew it, he was lending a hand too. That’s when I realized—this garage was becoming more than I expected. It wasn’t just a place to fix cars; it was turning into a community.

By the end of the day, the shop felt alive. We weren’t just working; we were learning, laughing, and building something together. There was a sense of teamwork that you don’t find everywhere. The garage wasn’t just mine anymore—it was becoming ours.

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CC Activity number: #69
Participants: @Lucassssss
Duration: 40+min
Screenshots:  https://imgur.com/a/euqOgrF
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It was another laid-back afternoon at the garage. Business had been steady, but in between jobs, I found time to unwind. I was at the back, playing a game of pool, sipping my coffee, and just enjoying the slow moments. The garage had started to feel more like a second home—a place where work, good company, and learning all blended together.

Then, the sound of a struggling engine pulled me out of my game. A car rolled in, making an ugly rattling noise. I put my coffee down and walked over just as a woman stepped out, looking a little shaken but holding it together.

"I think I hit a deer," she said with a sigh. "Now my car’s making all kinds of noise."

I took a look. The front bumper was banged up, the radiator had taken a hit, and the front wheels didn’t look right. It wasn’t the worst damage I’d seen, but it definitely wasn’t a quick fix either.

“Your radiator’s shot,” I told her. “Bumper’s got some damage, and the wheels need some adjusting. Nothing we can’t handle, though.”

She nodded, relieved. "Just get it running again, please."

I turned to my CC wannabe mechanic, who had been learning under me for a while now. “Alright, this one’s on you,” I said, giving him a nod. “I’ll supervise—let’s see what you got.”

He got to work, and I stayed close, watching his every move. I guided him through each step—removing the old radiator, checking the mounts, installing the new one, and making sure everything lined up perfectly. He handled the front bumper repairs too, learning how to smooth out the damage and secure it properly. Every now and then, I stepped in to correct his technique, but overall, he was getting the hang of it.

The car slowly came back to life under his hands. When the final bolt was tightened, and the engine was running smooth again, I gave him an approving nod. "Good work," I said. "You're getting there."

The woman tested the car, revving the engine a few times. The noise was gone, and the ride felt solid again. A big smile spread across her face.

"Didn’t expect it to be this smooth," she said, pulling out her wallet. She paid well—better than expected—and left happy, thanking us as she drove off.

I turned back to my mechanic. "See that? That’s what real work looks like. Keep learning, and you’ll be running your own garage one day."

He grinned, proud of the job well done. I picked up my coffee, leaned against the pool table, and took another sip. Just another good day at the garage—hard work, good lessons, and another satisfied customer.

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CC Activity number: #72
Participants: (Community Members)
Duration: 20+min
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Brief storyhttps://imgur.com/a/86lIJlL

 

 

It was another day at the garage—this time, a temporary setup along the LV-LS highway. The sun hung low, casting long shadows over the road as I leaned back against a workbench, sipping coffee and watching cars fly by. Business had been steady, but I wasn’t in a rush—just another day, another opportunity to lend a hand.

Then, a car rolled up, sputtering to a stop right in front of me. A guy stepped out, looking a little frustrated.

"Out of fuel," he sighed. "Think you can help me out?"

I gave him a nod. "Yeah, I got you."

I grabbed a spare fuel can, topped off his tank, and waited for him to start it up. But when he turned the key—nothing. The engine didn’t even try.

"That ain't just a fuel problem," I muttered. "Let’s push it inside and take a look."

With a bit of muscle, we got the car into the garage. Popped the hood, took a glance, and right away, I spotted the problem—the battery was dead, completely gone.

"Well, there’s your issue," I said, wiping my hands on a rag. "You’re not going anywhere without a new battery."

He nodded, a little relieved that it wasn’t something worse. I swapped in a fresh battery, tightened everything up, and was just about to have him try again when things outside took a turn.

A sudden wave of sirens, shouting, and then—gunfire.

I turned toward the road and saw the chaos unfold right outside my garage. Cops and criminals were going at it, bullets flying, people taking cover, and the whole scene turning into a war zone.

"Great," I muttered, shaking my head. "Just what I needed today."

I kept my customer inside, away from the mess, and waited it out. After what felt like forever, the gunfire died down, the sirens faded, and the street started clearing up.

With the dust settling, my guy finally started his car—it roared to life, this time without issue.

"Appreciate the help, man," he said, handing over payment. "Didn’t think I’d be here this long."

"Yeah, well, you picked the wrong time to break down," I joked, nodding toward the mess outside.

He drove off, and I stepped outside to move the abandoned cars from the road, clearing up the area before getting back to business.

Another day, another job—some repairs, a little chaos, and a reminder that you never know what’s gonna roll into the garage.

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CC Activity number: #73
Participants: (Community Members)
Duration: 20+min
Screenshots:  https://imgur.com/a/MPbgEIy
Brief story

 

It was another easygoing afternoon at the garage. I was leaning against my workbench, sipping coffee, enjoying the quiet hum of the highway. Business had its ups and downs, but moments like this—just me, the smell of motor oil, and a fresh cup of coffee—made it all worth it.

Then, a deep, aggressive engine note broke the calm. I looked up just in time to see a police muscle car—a Dodge, built for high-speed pursuits—pull into the garage. Even from a distance, I could see the damage. The front bumper had taken a hit, the body had fresh scratches, and the engine had that strained sound like it had been pushed past its limits.

A cop stepped out, adjusting his belt, his expression somewhere between serious and relieved.

“Got into a chase,” he said, nodding toward the car. “Pushed it hard, took some damage. Can you fix it up?”

I took one last sip of my coffee before setting the cup down. “Yeah, I got you. Take a seat inside, I got a lounge area where you can relax.”

He nodded, following me through the bar and lounge area, where I let my customers chill while I worked. Once he was settled, I headed back to his car.

The Dodge was a beast, but even the toughest machines needed care. I started with the front bumper, straightening out the damage. The side scratches weren’t too deep, so I buffed them out, restoring the sleek black-and-white shine. Under the hood, I checked everything—fluids, belts, engine mounts. A few tweaks here and there, and it was back to full power.

After a while, I stepped inside and nodded to him. “All set.”

He walked out, giving the car a once-over. He ran a hand along the fresh bodywork, checking the engine with a few revs. Satisfied, he parked it by the exit, then walked back over to me.

“Good work,” he said, pulling out cash. He counted out what he owed, then, with a small smirk, slipped me an extra $50.

“Much appreciated,” I said, tucking the cash away.

With a nod, he hopped back into his ride, the deep rumble of the engine filling the garage as he pulled off and disappeared down the highway.

I leaned back against my workbench, picked up my coffee, and took another sip. Just another day—good work, good pay, and a little extra for the effort.

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