Motorcycle shop

I had a motorcycle parked on the street at night. My coworker Karen told me it had been vandalized. I went out to discover the chain that drove the back wheel had been damaged. I took it to Jesse’s shop but he had retired and some other guys were painting a car in a room I could see through another room. This guy came in. He was like Jesse’s nephew and a mechanic. I told him I had always loved the building and there was a basement. He looked at my motor cycle and diagnosed what was wrong and said he could fix it. I was glad and glad Jesse could retire.