Gritting my teeth, I stare at the flat tire on my glittering blue ’67 Chevy pickup. I pull out my phone and pace while I try to get a signal. Fucking figures, I get goddamn reception on the mountain, but in town, I’m shit out of luck. When I see the time, I groan. It was meant to be a quick two-hour climb, but without a doubt, I’ll be late.
