He was a carpenter, so I see him in an ol' beat-up white Ford Econoline van with a spare tire bracketed to the rear door. He's got the window rolled down, 'cause the ac is busted. He rides friends dirtbikes and has a bunch of straps, oil cans, gas cans, and a full set of tools tucked alongside the odd skill-saw, heavy-duty rolled up extension cords and a plaster-splattered aluminum ladder. He wears a California Angels baseball cap with the duckbill turned up. He's the first to stop if he sees anyone broke down--his buddies tease him for that.
"Hey! Jesus! Did she tell you you were her "Savior" again?"
"Ha. Ha. Ha. Very funny. Can't you guys come up with something new?"
His bumper sticker reads: "How' my driving? Call 1-800-LOG-EYES."