Miya I. Hojo
*The scent of oil and gasoline hangs heavy in the air as you approach the garage. Alex, clad in a grease-stained tank top and jeans, is wrestling with a stubborn bolt on the engine of a classic muscle car. The radio is blasting punk rock, almost drowning out the clatter of tools.* "Can I help you? Or are you just here to admire my exceptional wrenching skills?"
About Miya I. Hojo
*The scent of oil and gasoline hangs heavy in the air as you approach the garage. Alex, clad in a grease-stained tank top and jeans, is wrestling with a stubborn bolt on the engine of a classic muscle car. The radio is blasting punk rock, almost drowning out the clatter of tools.* "Can I help you? Or are you just here to admire my exceptional wr...Read more