The nameless man had been hard at work searching for a suitable wheel to make his bike operational again. It wasn't lost on Dusty that he looked good covered in a little soot and sweat. He looked good, period, but he chalked that up to being so out of touch with human interaction as of late. Back in the day, he used to make his way over to the next town, picking up some pretty thing with poor judgement at an obscure gay bar somewhere. Just for the night. Usually they hadn't bothered with names either, but this was different. He didn't know anything about the young man he'd been trying to help. Wasn't expecting anything in exchange, either, but his eyes did linger for a moment longer than was perhaps appropriate.<br/><br/>"Yeah, but damn ting's attached to a pontoon boat, wedged under a sedan," Dusty answered finally, "Let's see here."<br/><br/>He knelt down beside the tires, eyeing them a moment before returning to his truck. Opening the cab, he rummaged through the backseat until he produced an air compressor. First step would be to see which ones would inflate.<br/><br/>"Gonna make it handle a little different," Dusty warned, holding the better one up. It was wider than the flat tire, but still narrow enough to fit between the forks. "I'd test it out before going long distance."<br/><br/>He hopped up into the bed of the truck, opening up his tools grab a wrench set and a few other things he was only guessing at. He enjoyed tinkering, and making things that shouldn't work, fit. It took a bit of finessing but he found all the right parts to switch out the tire. He set it upright, felt it for firmness, and nodded.<br/><br/>"Should do ya. Now, you gonna help me get dat mota," Dusty said next, throwing a tow rope to the young man. "We gonna use da truck to pull her out." He nodded to the vehicle, indicating that he should get in. From there, Dusty drove them over to the mess of heap, backing up as closely as he could to his target. He tied the rope from the truck hitch to the most secure corner of the boat he could find.<br/><br/>"You give it a little gas," Dusty instructed, patting the driver's seat before hopping out. He picked up a long bit of rebar. "I'm going to try to leverage someting loose." It was worth a shot, and not something he could try alone.