When I was ten years old, my cousin and I, led by our naive curiosity of the city, rode our bmxs down Clinton St from West Seneca to check out the big city. After the oh-no moment of realizing we were pretty far from home, I got a flat tire. Desperate to not call our parents, we limped into Rick's, where someone took pity on us, and fixed the flat free of charge. We promptly hightailed it back to the 'burbs. Thanks Rick's!
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