The phone still rings for Larry. Somebody’s stranded on the side of the road outside Flagstaff, cold and out of luck, and they call the number they’ve always called, and they ask for him by name — is Larry around? Larry retired in 2008. But the name has been on this town’s tow calls since…
You’ve seen it, if you’ve lived here through a July. The sky over the Peaks goes bruise-purple by early afternoon, the first fat drops smack the windshield, and twenty minutes later a stretch of road you drive every day has a sheet of brown water running across it — moving, carrying sticks and gravel, deeper…
You called to ask what a tow runs, and you were hoping for a number — one clean figure you could write on the back of your hand and be done with. I’m about to disappoint you, and then I’m going to spend the rest of this page explaining why that disappointment is the most…
You walk back to where you left it, and there’s just asphalt. No car. For half a second you wonder — did I move it, did somebody take it, am I finally losing it — and then you spot the little sign zip-tied to the light pole you breezed past on the way in, and…
Let’s start with the answer, because if you’re reading this next to a flat, you don’t want a lecture — you want to know what we can do for you. So here it is, plain and simple: we don’t change tires. But we’ll gladly load you up and take you to a shop that will….