We had a flat tire. It was caused by hitting a pothole to hard. This shop is toward the baixa from us. The apartment guards helped us get the spare on and directed us to this shop. Above is a good example of the potholes we have to traverse. This one is pretty mild-mannered. The tires piled up around the pole is their shop sign entrance.
Elder Dille (Larry) kept hold of the hub cover while they worked on our tire. The tire hanging on post is the shop sign. It says "Reparacao de Pneus" in white paint.
You can always find a use for a bathtub.
He cut a piece from an old tire and glued it on the inside of the slit in our tire. No OSHA rules here!
(P.S. We had to replace the tire the next week.)
The sign nailed to the tree says "Air" . A vehicle pulls up to the side of the road under the tree and a young boy brings the compressor hose out to fill the tire for them.
The shop seemed to be run by 4 young men. This one is bringing tires from somewhere across the street. I watched him rolling those 4 tires across a busy road about 1 lock away. He really had it down pat and never lost control of any tire.
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