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[Tapi]

CC Activity number:  #94
Participants: @Tapi @n0vis0ry
Duration: 1hr 30min+ - ( Cleaning to streets / Responding to ./mech / Co-Impounding )
Screenshots:  https://imgur.com/a/Pwc5XyE

[Tapi]

CC Activity number: #95
Participants: (Community Members) , @Pasha. @JasonBourne @Lucassssss
Duration: 30+min
Screenshots:  https://imgur.com/a/AcELdRF
Brief story:

 

 

The garage was open, and I was taking it easy, sipping on my coffee when work started rolling in. Pasha pulled up first—his truck needed an oil change, so he parked it on the lift and got to work. BigSmoke (Lucas) and JasonBourne stepped in to help him speed up the process.

As Pasha loosened the cap, the oil poured out—dark and thick, a clear sign it had been sitting in there for too long. BigSmoke grabbed the bucket, and I watched as Pasha checked the oil filter, which was in rough shape. Without saying much, I grabbed a fresh oil filter and a bottle of 5W-40 oil and passed it to him. He nodded in thanks and swapped out the old filter before sealing everything up and letting the fresh oil circulate.

Meanwhile, JasonBourne had his hands full with a Freeway motorcycle. The owner wanted a full service, so Jason drained the oil, swapped in a new filter, and topped it off with fresh oil. I stood by, letting him handle the job, only stepping in if he needed anything.

Just as the shop started settling down, another customer pulled up—this time, worried about his tire pressure. Jason inspected it and found that the front tires were underinflated. He handled it quickly, making sure the pressure was just right before sending the customer on his way with some advice on maintenance.

Not long after, another motorcycle rider rolled in for a full service. Jason took care of draining the old oil, and Pasha helped with replacing the oil filter before refilling the engine. I stuck around, making sure everything went smoothly. Once the job was done, the customer rode off, happy with the service.

While all this was happening, another mechanic showed up, saying we had requested a mechanic service. I was confused at first, then quickly realized it was a wrong call—someone must have placed it by mistake. I had a quick chat with the guy, letting him know there was no issue, and he nodded before heading off while my mechanics kept working in the background.

By the time the last wrench was put away, the garage was back in order. We cleaned up, locked up, and called it a day.

[Tapi]

CC Activity number:  #96
Participants: @Tapi  @JasonBourne
Duration: 52 min+ - ( Cleaning the streets / Responding to ./mech  )
Screenshots:  https://imgur.com/a/8SOEiJq

Edited 21 hours ago by Tapi

[Tapi]

CC Activity number:  #97
Participants: @Tapi @JasonBourne @Crash @n0vis0ry
Duration: 37 min+ - ( Cleaning the streets / Responding to ./mech / Co-Impounding  )
Screenshots: https://imgur.com/a/jujnNzs

Edited 21 hours ago by Tapi

[PsyGhost]

CC Activity Number: #54
Participants: @PsyGhost @JasonBourne @jonas13362
Duration: 30min
Screenshots: https://imgur.com/a/S8aeJL6

Edited yesterday at 20:12 by PsyGhost

[Tapi]

CC Activity number:  #98
Participants: @Tapi @JasonBourne @n0vis0ry
Duration: 30 min+ - ( Cleaning the streets / Responding to ./mech   )
Screenshots: https://imgur.com/a/rjtYyMp

Edited 21 hours ago by Tapi

[Tapi]

CC Activity number: #99
Participants: (Community Members) 
Duration: 30+min
Screenshots:  https://imgur.com/a/5TqnEWV
Brief story:

 

It was just another day at the garage—quiet, routine—until the unexpected happened. A Hydra jet landed right outside. That’s not something you see every day.

A CLO member stepped out, walking toward me with a casual but confident stride. He asked, "Can you do an oil change for this?" I raised an eyebrow, glancing at the military-grade fighter jet sitting in my garage lot.

"Possible? Yes. Legal? Not so much."

He smirked, pulled out a stack of cash, and slid it into my hand. That was enough to convince me. No questions asked.

I got to work, making sure everything was done quick and clean. Working on a Hydra wasn’t exactly my specialty, but oil changes? That’s universal. After a short while, the job was done. No leaks, no issues—just another vehicle ready to roll… or in this case, fly.

With everything set, the CLO pilot climbed back into the cockpit, gave me a nod, and the jet roared back into the sky, heading straight for the airbase.

Not every job at the garage is by the book, but at the end of the day, business is business. 🔧

[Tapi]

CC Activity number: #100
Participants: (Community Members) 
Duration: 30+min
Screenshots:  https://imgur.com/a/HkMbweB
Brief story:

 

 

The garage had just opened for the day, and I was taking it slow—sipping on my coffee, leaning back on a chair, letting the cool morning breeze settle in before the real work began. Just another quiet start.

Then, out of nowhere, a dark black car rolled in, the engine humming low, but the body looking like it had been through hell and back. Busted front and rear bumpers, scratches along the sides, and a vibe that screamed ‘something went down.’

I straightened up as the doors swung open. Two men in black suits and shades stepped out—Secret Service agents. They didn’t say much, just a quick nod before one of them spoke in a firm, low tone:

"We need this fixed. Quickly."

I could tell they had just come out of a bad situation—probably a high-speed chase or a firefight, judging by the state of the car. No bullet holes, though—just a wrecked exterior. That meant they either got away clean or their job wasn’t to shoot but to escape.

"Alright," I said, tossing my coffee aside and getting to work. No time for small talk—these guys weren’t the type to hang around. I grabbed my tools, pulled the wrecked bumpers off, and replaced them with fresh ones, making sure everything looked spotless. Nothing flashy, just clean, professional work.

As I tightened the last bolts, one of the agents kept checking his watch, the other scanning the surroundings like he was expecting trouble. Whatever was happening, they were in a rush.

"You're good to go," I finally said, stepping back.

One of them slipped a rolled-up stack of cash into my hand without a word—no haggling, no receipts, just a payment for silence. They hopped back into the car, the tires screeching as they sped off into the distance.

I let out a breath, watching them disappear down the highway. No names, no explanations, just another job done.

With that, I grabbed my coffee again, took a sip, and went back to chilling—like nothing ever happened. 🔧🚗💨

[Tapi]

CC Activity number: #101
Participants: (Community Members) @JasonBourne @Miltingary
Duration: 30+min
Screenshots:  https://imgur.com/a/HkMbweB
Brief story:

 

 

The sun was just beginning to rise, and I was already unlocking the garage doors, ready for another busy day. I had barely settled in when a pickup truck pulled up, the driver stepping out and asking for a full wheel replacement. Seemed like a straightforward job.

"Yeah, we can get that done. Give me a few minutes to check if we have the spares for your truck."

I walked over to the storage area and did a quick check. Luckily, we had the right set of wheels in stock. So, I rolled them out and got straight to work. As I removed the old tires, I noticed his oil levels were running low. Figuring I’d do him a solid, I decided to throw in a free oil change—but I kept that to myself for now. I’d let him know later as a nice surprise.

As I was finishing up, the customer asked me where he could grab a drink.

"We’ve got a bar area right over there," I told him, pointing toward the lounge. "Go ahead and chill for a bit while I wrap things up."

He nodded and headed inside, leaving me to focus on the last bit of his truck. Just as I was about to track him down to let him know his truck was ready, two more customers approached me—but they didn’t look happy.

"Hey, we need to talk," one of them said. "One of your mechanics was inappropriate toward us."

Great. I sighed internally but kept a straight face. "I understand. Let’s get this sorted out."

I directed them to the manager’s cabin, where Mr. Milosevic usually handled complaints, but he was busy with something else. That left me to handle things on my own.

"Listen, I get where you’re coming from," I said, keeping my tone calm. "I’ll personally make sure Mr. Milosevic hears about this and takes the necessary action when he’s free."

"That’s fine, but we want compensation," one of them pressed.

I shook my head. "I wish I could help, but I don’t have the authority to compensate anyone. I’m just a mechanic. What I can do is make sure the issue gets handled properly."

After some back and forth, they finally understood my position. They thanked me for listening and decided to go ahead with their service. They had spring tires installed on their vehicle, paid for the work, and left without further issue.

With that situation out of the way, I turned back to check on the pickup truck customer—but he was nowhere to be found. His truck was still sitting there, but he had disappeared.

I walked over to one of the mechanics and let him know. "If the customer comes back, make sure he pays before taking the truck. He got all four tires replaced."

At this point, I figured it was time to bring in more business. I stepped out of the garage and walked over to the nearby phone booth. The old, scratched-up booth was still working—thankfully. I picked up the receiver, dropped a few coins in, and dialed my friend’s number.

"Yo, I need a favor," I said as soon as he picked up. "Get the word out—we’re running services at the LV-LS highway. Make sure people know we’re open for business."

"Got it. I’ll spread the word," he replied before hanging up.

With that taken care of, I got back to work, handling small repairs and maintenance jobs here and there. About an hour later, a customer walked into the garage. One of my mechanics recognized him instantly—it was the guy with the pickup truck.

"There you are!" I said, walking over. "Your truck's ready. You just vanished on us."

He laughed. "Yeah, sorry about that. I had to step away for something, but I was gonna come back and pay."

Since he was already here, he decided to get another one of his cars serviced. We got to work quickly, handled the repairs, and soon enough, he was paying for both jobs.

Before leaving, he stopped by the bar area again, asking for some cold water. "Still on duty—can’t drink anything else," he said with a smirk.

I handed him a bottle. "No worries. Stay cool out there."

He thanked me, took his exit, and left with both of his cars.

By the time everything was wrapped up, the garage had settled down. It had been a hectic day, but a productive one. From dealing with frustrated customers to handling repairs and boosting business, everything had worked out in the end.

Just another day in the life of a mechanic. 🔧

[PsyGhost]

CC Activity Number: #55
Participants: @PsyGhost @JasonBourne @jonas13362@Tapi
Duration: 50min
Screenshots: https://imgur.com/a/oVPVisb