While I was heading south along the shore of southern California’s Salton Sea, I saw a familiar shape casting a shadow across a parking lot. I’m sure my eyes must’ve swirled with stars as he came in to view. Abruptly, I clamped on the brakes.

Before my trip, I hadn’t looked up the locations of any muffler men I might be near. And wouldn’t you know it? This one here in Mecca, California was the second I’d unexpectedly seen in as many days.

Though I was racing against the setting sun, there’s always time to say hello to one of the big fellas. I’m happy to report he appeared to be in fine shape.