I've been wanting to do this since I was a kid.
My father owns and runs a car service center and car rental agency in a four-story building in downtown Bloomington, Illinois. When I was nine years old I started working there, pumping gas out front. Several years later I started working in the tire bays on the lower level. I finally reached expert status when I was included in the guild of the "Silent Tire Man". We were stoic, resolute and diligent, even when frozen lug nuts stuck to our fingers, or steamy hot dust clung to our sweaty skin and damp clothes and we were a crusty ash gray by lunchtime.