"Yeah! In the back." Apollo makes a move to open the trunk, but he stops immediately when he sees the scrapes.

God.

Damn.

It.

He stops, inhales deeply, exhales slowly, then pops open the truck to drag out a duffle bag from under the bike (it's hard work). Okay, into the store we go. The clerk takes one good look at Apollo and gives him a "got it" kind of look before he starts ringing up prices.

"... Hopefully this won't take an age." Yeah.