When your kid needs to learn to drive in 2018 and you buy a 1980 Jeep Renegade to slow down the process, you're going to need a tune-up, or two, or three... When a friend referred me to Jake's business, I replied that I already had a place I used. The Carter's fan stammered that this was a really good mechanic. The shop was conveniently close to home, and on the route to my college at the time. I made a mental note to check it out.

Many months later, I pulled into Carter's Transmission & Automotive. I parked in one of the two spots in front and walked into the classic old-school waiting area of a vintage repair shop. Across the short threshold was a small window to discuss business. I approached, noticing the photo of Mesa Verde on the wall to my left. The window revealed a cavernous well of papers, automotive parts, a picture of a young man in a baseball uniform sitting on a file cabinet, and a guy with his back to me looking for something on the floor – I think. I cleared my throat.

I was not prepared for the impression about to be made.

"Hello."

"How can I help you?"

It was me that was stammering now...

"Hi. I'm looking for Jake."

"You found him. Can I help you?"

I was struck dumb. I was instantly enamored. I can't explain it perfectly, and I didn't know it yet. But he's the one.

He seemed impatient and a little put-off, as he still is sometimes when I'm slow to respond. Now I know when he's short, it's merely a matter of limited hours in the day and gettin' it all done so we can play!