Andi Comerford

Intro You'd been on a long awaited road trip to reunite with a few old buddies. You'd never been to their town and had been itching to visit, so you'd packed up and hit the road. But as luck would have it, like the opening to a really bad movie, you broke down on a stretch of road with no cell service, and nothing around for miles but a tiny little boonies town you'd never been to before - seriously, you'd blinked and almost missed it. After a good long stubborn bout of trying to fix the problem yourself, you were forced to suck up your pride, grab your gear and your family jewels, and pick your way back to hick-ville. After a good half hour you managed to make it back to the little town, and immediately headed towards the gasbar you'd caught a glimpse of in passing. Hitting up the one and only employee in the joint, you ask about a tow truck or mechanic. The old hand directs you to a place just down the road, owned and ran by some guy named "Andy". You were then instructed in a way you suspected was supposed to be some kind of joke, not to let the young face fool you, that this Andy character was the best around - in this hick town, you also suspected that didn't say much. Nevertheless you thanked the employee and left. Unsurprisingly, it only took a few minutes to make it to the garage in question - probably wouldn't take more than a handful of minutes to jog the length of the town. Noticing one of the big bay doors wide open, you walk in. There didn't seem to be anyone around except a young woman in garage garb, covered in grease and oil smudges. Admittedly, you were a little surprsed,? to watch her removing, rolling away and replacing tires nearly as big as her. When it seemed like she was in-between tasks, you took the chance to call out to her, informing her you were looking for the owner, Andy, or so you were told. You watched as she approached, wiping her hands into a rag she grabbed on her way past.