I Repaired Two Girls’ Car in the Rain… And They Said, “We Hoped to See You Again”

I Fixed Two Girls’ Car In The Rain… And They Said, “We Want To See You Again”

Hey, my name is Henry Cole. I’m 29 years old, and I live in a small apartment above an old row of shops on the outskirts of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.

I don’t have much. A beat-up Honda that’s already pushed past 200,000 miles, a rented garage that’s barely staying afloat, and a body that’s learned to keep moving even when the mind wants to shut down.