Friends at Peoria Car Repair
I hate it when you work really hard on something and then it gets ruined. There might not be anything in the world that I dislike more. A couple weeks ago, I had gotten a brand new paint job on my old 77 Mustang. I had this baby looking like she came right off the line. As I’m driving home, a truck tire blew up as I was passing a semi tractor-trailer, and it scared me so bad that I accidentally grazed the cement median for a few seconds. The damage was done. Fortunately, I have some good friends in a Peoria car repair shop that helped me out a lot. It was fixed up and looked just like before.
