Tire Repair & Balancing

I forgot my cell phone today on my way to Fallon. This is usually a reason to turn back, but I decided to continue on my merry way anyway. Sure enough, I almost got out of the Dayton Valley when I noticed the temperature gauge pegged and my ALT light lit up. The one time I NEED a cell phone and don’t have it. About a half mile down the road there’s a convenience store or something brightly lit up, But then I stop myself– it’s not like they’re gonna have a pay phone. Does ANYONE have pay phones any more? So I trudge towards Dayton, looking for signs of life– signs of intelligent life. Intelligent enough to have remembered to bring their cell phone with them.
On the opposite side of the road, several Korean-​War-​vintage military vehicles for sale catch my eye. And then I see the small black and white sign, «Tire repair & Balancing.» The door’s open, looks like someone’s home.
Henry lets me borrow his cell phone to call headquarters, and I ask, «Say, you guys got any fan belts around here?» Joe says they have quite a collection and he’ll check. The finish the car they’re working on, and Henry starts to remove what’s left of my belts for measurements while Joe finishes with his customer. Pretty soon, my car is in the shop and they’re both working on it. It’s a bitch to work on, but they finally get all the belts replaced and adjusted, and it works like a champ.
They only take cash, so I gave him my card and told him I was headed down to Wells Fargo to grab some. Not a problem.
The price was VERY reasonable and they’re a great couple of guys. Don’t let the looks of the place fool you, just because they’re out in the middle of nowhere. They dropped what they were doing to aid a traveler in distress, and I appreciate that a lot.