After the Daytona 3000, Benny Hartford, one of John Prescott's friends had opened a Tuning and Repair shop in the abandoned part of Detroit. It was cheap, more cheaper than buying a car, in fact, since the buildings were being sold for less than $3000.
The workshop was named "Benny's". It became a hotspot for mods and repairs, since a lot of cars broke down and crashed during street races. The walls were painted grey, decorated with old fashioned pictures of cars and there we three car lifts, making easier to work on the bottom of the cars, there was also an office for Benny to take care of some other bizzness. The toolkits used to dismantle and mantle the parts were vast and sophisticated...hammers.
JK they weren't hammers. They were torque wrenches.
Because of how popular his shop became, Benny was forced to not participate in street racing, and that was sad.
His workshop didn't only service race cars, it serviced ordinary cars as well. That made some serious revenue for the shop and after some time it expanded. But it didn't mean there weren't rich arseholes that understood litteral shit about their cars. I would guess some of them came for a holiday to detroit with money their daddies gave them, which makes not only more stupid but lazy as well.
For example there was this bloke with a Rolls-Royce Wraith Black badge. The front fender was bashed scratched, it fell off. The bloke was outraged to find that Benny doesn't do work on Rolls-Royces and he certainly doesn't do a repaint of 40 layers, which may be common on every bloody Royce. What a pillock!
But that, fortunately, didn't mean the richest didn't have brains. Some of them were middle-aged like Jeremy Clarkson, some of them were young and brash like Justin Bieber. One small difference. They had A LOT money, which they earned themselves.
One bloke had a Bugatti Veyron Super Sport and he asked to get a repaint from the standard exposed carbon fiber and orange accents to Black and French Racing Blue. Signature Bugatti dish there, mon amis! Since the Veyron didn't require FORTY BLOODY LAYERS OF PAINT AND HAD NO DAMAGE TO THE BODY Benny took the job and Mon Dieu did the car look astonishing!
A rich man was coming to fix and/or customise his car was happening very rare, so the shop was mainly servicing ordinary cars and sometimes even race cars.
Benny enjoyed running his shop. It was fun and profitable and there is nothing better than earning a whole lot of money while really enjoying it.