Elias smiled. Most guys hated the Pass. It was a graveyard of bad decisions and black ice. But for Elias, it was where the "Better Towing" philosophy truly shone. Standard hooks would snap the carbon fiber frame of a car like that. He had the pneumatic cradles—soft-touch tech that gripped the wheels without leaving a scratch.
Elias moved with surgical precision. He didn't just back up; he anchored The Undertaker into the bedrock using hydraulic spikes. He deployed the telescopic boom, extending it like a giant metallic finger over the ravine. While the wind howled, Elias used a remote drone-link to guide his secondary lines under the Aventador’s chassis.
Elias wiped a smear of grease from his forehead and climbed back into the cab. "You already paid for the 'Better' service, kid. Next time, keep your eyes on the road and off your phone."
The kid stared at his car, then at the towering silhouette of Elias’s truck. "How much do I owe you?"