1 Get 1 Tires: Buy

By sunset, Silas had sold every tire in the shop. He had enough to outbid the developers, but more importantly, the screeching of bad brakes and the "thump-thump" of blown treads had vanished from Oakhaven’s hills.

Silas’s shop, "The Last Alignment," was a graveyard of bald rubber and rusted rims. He never ran sales. He didn't believe in them. "Quality costs," he’d grumble, "and if it’s cheap, it’s a coffin on wheels." buy 1 get 1 tires

Silas looked at the kid's frayed tires—accidents waiting to happen. He grabbed two fresh Michelins off the rack. "Today, Pete, the math is different. You buy one, the second one is on the house. Consider it a 'keep-our-roads-safe' tax." By sunset, Silas had sold every tire in the shop

He went inside, but not before adding a small note to the bottom of the chalkboard: Limited time only. Don't push your luck. He never ran sales

Silas sighed, his pride stinging. "Pick two, Higgins. Just don’t tell the neighbors I’ve gone soft."