This place was deemed a tourist spot, with plenty of automated refueling stations and self-service garages.
After getting these done,
Brian finally thought about letting Shi San down from his chest.
"Shi San, you didn't fall asleep, did ya? Why so quiet?" Brian dropped the wobbly Shi San onto the ground.
Shi San opened his mouth wide, his tongue hanging weakly, looking at Brian with mournful dog eyes, "Whimper~"
"Huh?"
"Whimper~"
Brian then realized that because the goofy dog kept his mouth open to play with the wind, when the motorcycle sped up behind him, the gust had dislocated Shi San's jaw.
...
"Silly dog!"
Brian deftly hooked his hand.
With a click,
Shi San's drooping jaw returned to its place.
Its numb tongue licked its nose, and it tentatively barked, "Woof?"
Finding it could make a sound again, it instantly revitalized, dashed to the garage outside, lifted a hind leg, and began marking its scent and territory.
