George's Tire Shop 3

We were preparing to leave my car in front of the convenience store where I had taken on the curb and lost. We were going to send someone for it in the morning when we noticed a used tire shop across the street. I would not have known it was a tire shop had it not been for the huge piles of old tires out front because none of the signs that I could see were in English. There was a guy working out in front so we drove over to ask about some tires. He was young and friendly. Another man, with long hair, walked out on the porch of this older home that at some point had become a business. He just stood there looking at Marsha who was sitting in her pretty red car waiting for me.  Because her car was still part way out in the busy street and he was concerned she was going to get hit, he had her pull all the way into his driveway. With that taken care of he smiled and came over to me. I told him about my car which was right across the street and asked if he could get some tires for it the next day. George's son asked  me to go get the size off the tires. George offered to walk with me. He looked around and said something about the undesirables in this neighborhood. He had a very strong face framed by long gray hair and  a pleasant voice. He had presence...the direct and cautious way he spoke and made eye contact was a little on the fierce side. I instantly felt that I was completely safe as long as this guy was with me. As we walked he said "I think its pretty obvious you are not from this neighborhood." I laughed nervously and said "No...no I'm not." He laughed...big. 

Seventy five dollars and about 45 minutes later they had repaired the rims, by beating them into submission...it was really quite amazing to me...they put on two used tires that were better than the ones I had on the car...and I had met two very interesting people that I would have never had an opportunity to meet.