Yakima KingPin is the kingpin of bike racks
[BIKE approaches YAKIMA]
BIKE: Don Yakima, it's my daughter. She's a ten-speed mountain bike. I told her not to trust the trunk of the car but she didn't listen to me. Now her tire is bent. Her spokes are tangled. Her handle break is weak. I ask you for justice.
YAKIMA: [petting a cat photo] What is it you want from me?
BIKE: Revenge. On that car.
YAKIMA: You don't visit me. You don't use me as a rack. You don't even think to call me Rackfather. Instead, you ask me to...do something to a car. How do I enact revenge on a car anyway?
BIKE: Uh...clamp onto the trunk...wrong...?
YAKIMA: Had you come to me in friendship, then this scum car that ruined your daughter would be suffering this very day. Somehow. I don't know.
BIKE: Be my friend... Rackfather.
YAKIMA: Good. Some day, and that day may never come, I'll call upon you to do a service for me. Probably deliver a pizza to me or do some wheelies or something.
BIKE: Grazie, Rackfather.
YAKIMA: Prego. [BIKE exits] Seriously, how do I wreck a car.