He still owns the place, but good sense took hold and he got a real job. Meanwhile PMS continues to rage with Tom, Justin and Cathy. A fast moving noise skids towards the open garage door on the side of the bike shop. He says as he recognizes the intruder. An AARPa aged mountain biker throws his twelve year old Nishiki into a full broadside and screeches to a stop, but not before hitting Cathie's road bike and knocking it over.
Several customers stop what the're doing and turn their concerned glance towards the work area.
This could be trouble in any other arena, at PMS however, this is pretty much the standard greeting. The pesky twinkle in Mike's eyes allays the words that cannot be taken literally. Mike Dunn is one of those blue eyed, blond haired kids that must have driven his mother nuts. Ritalin was invented for the express purpose of giving Mikes' mom, one moment's peace. It didn't work.