We don’t just fix cars. We restore dignity.

We’ve been there.

Broken down on the side of the road. No money in our pockets. No one to call. Hoping the cops wouldn’t call the tow truck we couldn’t afford.

Most people drive past. But HOOTSOTRAA pulls over.

We stop because we remember what it’s like to be invisible and afraid, the quiet shame that squeezes the breath from you. We stop because a simple act — a jack, a full tank, a steady voice — can reroute someone’s whole story.

Whether it’s a flat tire, an empty tank, or a soul running on fumes, we arrive with steady hands and unshakable presence.

You are not forgotten. You are not alone. You are worthy of help.