Pons arrives at a mechanic's garage to check on his car repairs. Ned is sitting in a waiting room.
Pons: Hi, Ned. What brings you here today? I didn't know you had a car.
Ned: Howdy, Cuz. Nah, I ain't got no car. Most places I kin get to on by bike-a-cel.
Pons: Bicycle?
Ned: That the way them Franch folk say it? We call it a bike-a-cel here in the U.S. of A.
Pons: I wasn't speaking French, Ned.
Ned: Are ya talkin' it now? 'Cause I kin unnerstan it clear as a bell.
Pons: Changing the subject. Great, Ned. Well, my car's in getting the wheels rotated and front end aligned.
Ned: I thunk the wheels rotated when ya roll down the road?
Pons: Of course, Ned. I mean they take them off the car and put them in another place.
Ned: Seems ta me they work purdy good where they are.
Pons: Well, sure, Ned. They'll still be on the car, just the rear tires will be on the front and the front tires in the back.
Ned: Then I guess ya hafta drive 'round backerds?
Pons: No -- ah, yeah, Ned.
Ned: That'd git a bit tiresome, I reckon. Hey! TIRE-some! I made a joke, Pons.
Pons: Yes, Ned. It was WHEEL funny.
Ned: With a blank stare. I thunk so too.
Pons: Looks like they're almost done, Ned.
Ned: Looking across the garage. Oh, yeah, I see it there now. Nobody could tell them er on backerds. Wasn't you sposed ta git a ell-linement?
Pons: An alignment? Yeah, Ned. They did that after they rotated the tires.
Ned: Where's them lines then? Ya might wanna check an' make sure them boys done it.
Pons: I know these folks, Ned. I trust them.
Ned: Nodding his head and scratching the top. Okay then, Pons. Ya got yer tires ropotated, but they look the same, and some unvisible lines put on. I guess ya got yer money's worth.
Pons: Right, Ned. So, where are you off to now?
Ned: I'm gonna disconnect the brake on my bike-a-cel and try ridin' it backerds fer awhile.
Pons: That sounds a little dangerous, Ned. Don't throw caution to the wind.
Ned: I'll be okay, Pons. I always throw that caution downwind.
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