There’s a specific kind of good mood that settles into a car on the way to Tybee. The windows are cracked, someone’s already got sand on their flip-flops from last time, and somewhere around the marsh the phone signal gets a little spotty and nobody minds. Islands Expressway has a way of feeling like the…
If you’ve ever watched a tow truck pull away with someone else’s car hanging off the back by its front wheels, and felt a small flicker of anxiety on their behalf — you’re not alone. For most daily drivers, that method is completely fine. But for a certain kind of car owner, the one who…
6:42 AM — Before the Phone Rings The city is still quiet when I start the truck. Not silent — Savannah is never quite silent, even before sunrise there’s a garbage truck somewhere, a jogger crossing Forsyth Park, a single horse-drawn carriage being hitched up for the day’s first tour — but quiet enough that…