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I pull my truck into the little town of off-gridders & cowboys in Arizona.
Lasso-lined wooden signs. Wooden board buildings.
Red desert with pine-green gin junipers for the landscape.
Mountain peaks make purple shapes against the red sky.
I own land with my friend out there in that distance.
This town consists of one diner, one restaurant, and three auto shops.
That big sunset means it will be dark soon.
My tire’s rubber intestine is completely distended.
I roll into the first of the three auto body shops.
“That is the biggest bubble in a tire I have ever seen,” says a mechanic there.
He’s in a trucker cap, long beard, flannel hoodie, & jeans. Sipping a Coke on his break.
I tell him I’ll buy a replacement for cash right now if he’s got it.
He says he doesn’t have it.
Time to drive to auto shop number two.
I pull up to a fenced-in auto shop number two with a closed gate. Big flapping flags advertising their services.
The guys who work there are pounding beers inside the shop.
“Closed on Sunday,” one calls.
I call back that I’ll pay a little extra if they sell me a replacement tire today.
One brings his beer can over. Looks at the tire. I tell him the size.
He doesn’t have it.
Auto shop three, save me.
Gingerly, slowly, I pull the truck to auto shop three.
Same story. They say no.
Back at the town’s one restaurant, I call the guy who helped me fix up the truck.
He recommends asking for a tire that’s a little bigger but with the same rim size.
Auto shops one and two say they don’t have that size either.
It’s 45 minutes to the nearest Walmart. I won’t make it on this bubble. It’s taken me as far as it will go.
I pull back up to auto shop three and ask for the new size.
They can do it.
The one restaurant in town closes soon.
The truck is being jacked up.
I pull my bike out of the truck bed and ride maybe ten minutes back to the restaurant.
Order a bacon blue cheeseburger & beer.
After dinner, the new tire is ready.
I bike back to auto shop three in the dark.
Pay cash. Bike in bed. Grab my map out to the land.
New tire in place, it’s time to truck out to the land.
Fire up the engine.
But the truck starts beeping like crazy.
No matter. I’ve ignored it all cross-country journey.
Shame the beep is back right now, though. Now in the last of last legs.
Time to drive out to my land.
Out where there is no service.
To be continued