desert car repair 2025-09-13T02:06:43Z

Rubber-scented heat slapped my face when I rolled down the window – a mistake. Outside Phoenix, asphalt shimmered like liquid mercury while my daughter’s whimpers crescendoed from the backseat. "Daddy, I’m melting!" Her words dissolved into sticky sobs as dashboard vents spewed furnace air. Outside, saguaros stood sentinel under a white-iron sky, mocking our metal coffin. I’d ignored the compressor’s death rattle for weeks, dismissing it as desert driving’s normal soundtrack. Now, trapped on Rou