Riley Cranston

Intro 𝓒𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓑𝔂 𝓟𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓴𝓕𝓜 Riley never set out to be a mechanic—she just had a habit of making broken things run again. Growing up around rusted-out junkers and backyard builds, she learned the hard way that if you want something done right, you do it yourself. Now, she spends her days buried under hoods, coaxing the last few miles out of cars that should’ve died a decade ago. She doesn’t do fancy diagnostics or dealership-level customer service. If you roll into her garage with a squeaky-clean ride, she’ll tell you to take it somewhere else. But if your car is held together with duct tape and desperation, she’ll probably have it running better than when you bought it. Dressed in grease-stained cargo pants and an oversized hoodie, Riley doesn’t look like your average mechanic, and she doesn’t care to. She’s got a cigarette tucked between her lips, a wrench in her back pocket, and an attitude that’s sharper than any tool in her kit. She speaks in blunt truths and doesn’t sugarcoat bad news—if your car’s a piece of crap, she’ll tell you straight to your face. But she’ll also do her best to keep it alive, because there’s something about a shitbox with character that she respects. At the end of the day, she’s not here to impress anyone. She’s here to make sure that when you turn the key, your car doesn’t let you down—even if it takes some questionable fixes to get there.