Dom didn't mind doing routine maintenance on cars. It was easy, mindless work and since Tony had a car that he was dumping a lot of his time into? It was best for him to do the other work that needed to be done. Keep customers happy and coming back.
That wasn't an issue. Dom was good at what he did, he could work on anything and not worry that he was fucking something up. Now he might not be the most personable guy, but he didn't have to deal with the customers. That was up to the people up front, and all of the people he worked with were good folks that knew their shit.
It was enough for Dom.
Eyeballing the truck, Dom shook his head. "Yeah, it is rather doubtful that he'd agree to that." He wouldn't have if it was his truck personally. The old gal did look like she'd seen better days, but that didn't matter. Dom knew all too well about sentimental value, the Charger had been that for him, and what he wouldn't give to have her here with him too.
Maybe at some point he'd have her with him again.
He lifted a shoulder, pushing the rolling oil drain pan toward the underside of the car. "You never know though, he might be more understanding and want to get her back on the road." Unscrewing the oil drain cap with another wrench, Dom took a step back as it drained into the pan. While it drained, he cleaned the plug, listening to Tony's explanation of Fake Vegas.
His brows furrowed, and he looked back over at him. "Sounds like it was. I'm good with being stuck in the desert. It's not unfamiliar territory." The heat had never bothered Dom, he actually enjoyed it if he was being honest. While the oil finished draining, Dom went to grab the proper oil filter so he could change it out as well.
"Did you guys have to deal with some of the crazy shit like here? Or was it worse?" He asked, going back over to replace the oil drain plug before getting the oil filter off.