You pass through the doorway and into the greenish light of the garage. The walls are lined with rack upon rack of parts in a seemingly disorganized array, wires and shafts protruding from many. Two of the three lifts are occupied by vehicles, an old sedan you can't recognize the make of due to the mishmash of replacement panels and a fairly new bush jeep with an empty turret mount.
As Josi follows you into the shop she directs you to the far back corner where you see stacks of varying tires.
"I was thinking to use these."