🏁 The Banter at Tanvic 🛞  
At Tanvic’s desk, where the bustle hums,  
Come clinks of mugs and rolling thumbs.  
With wit as sharp as a socket wrench,  
They greet each customer with a banter trench.

“Need tyres mate? Let’s sort you right,  
All-season grip or pure delight?”  
One checks the tread with eagle eyes,  
While tossing jokes that catch surprise.

"Brake pads worn? That squeal’s a clue.
We'll fix it up, no stress for you."  
The team’s a blend of skill and jest,  
With torque guns and stories, they’re simply the best.

Need a bulb? A filter? Or wiper blade?  
Advice rains down like a retro arcade.  
"You could use a new belt, not for trousers, mind,
Though we do admire that vintage find!"

They shuffle quotes and scribble keys,  
As laughter drifts on oil-scented breeze.  
Behind the counter, hearts rev loud,  
Tanvic's crew: proud, quick, and ploughed—

Through greasy gears and Monday blues,  
They’re the roadside poets in steel-toe shoes.  
So if your car’s in need of care,  
Their banter’s worth the time you spare.