Well, in the modern world, when everything is under warranty, there is no need to repair a car on the street, when you cannot distinguish between where the valve was bent and the valve that you and your friend ended up breaking. When the timing belt breaks, you need to go to a service station, and not call an active gay man! We understand that in the garage, too, only fagots are doing repairs, I came to fill up the oil, and you got a bill for half the car.
