Dusty laughed, a deep warm laugh. His new passenger had decided he may as well give the scrapyard a shot, and Dusty realized having a second set of hands while he was there, rummaging through junk would be of some help to him. Both for moving debris out of the way, and for the extra set of eyes. Still no name given, but Dusty wasn't offended. They weren't destined to become fast friends, it was just pleasant to feel human again, for just a few moments in the presence of another. Dusty turned the truck around and didn't bother trying to make small talk, content riding in silence, flicking cigarette butts out the window as he smoked the crumpled pack of scavenged Marlboros. He took the skirts past the dump, to the old scrapyard where he'd found most of his treasures.<br/><br/>"We look togeta. Tire for you, boat mota for me," Dusty explained as he drove the old pickup. "Don't matta if it don't look no good. Looking for parts."<br/><br/>The challenge was going to find a tire with enough traction for offroad, while still fitting between the bike fork. Rim size didn't matter so much, so long as they found a rim with a working tire. Dusty had enough of his tools with him to make some modifications. He drove them through the mountains of trash, down back to the piles of tires set aside for recycling or whatever they had done with them in the past. Some had been separated from their rims, into two piles, but the main heap was still assembled.<br/><br/>"See. Just gotta get your hands dirty. You look trew dis and I'll be one lane over. Holler if you need anyting."<br/><br/>Dusty went on to the more whole metal scrap before it had been parted out. It was much more mixed, and often had interesting finds. He rummaged around, pulling things aside and cascading trash down the mountain heap until he'd laid eyes on what he was looking for. It would be no small task, buried as it was. An old pontoon boat, but with the motor still attached. With the extra set of hands, and maybe the help of the old truck, it might be possible to unwedge. Dusty wiped his hands on his jeans and returned to where he'd left the stranger.<br/><br/>"Any luck?" he asked, "Found my mota. Gonna need your help with dis one."