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The radio in the cab of the battered flatbed crackled to life at 2:15 AM.

In the mid-2010s, the gig economy was exploding. Tow trucks, like Uber and TaskRabbit, were becoming unregulated lifelines. A "bad tow truck" was a metaphor for predatory capitalism—helpers who charge more for making things worse. Tomi Taylor’s "Check Up" extended that metaphor to self-care: What happens when the person you call to fix your life is also broken?

Date: February 7, 2015 Location: Somewhere between a bad towing experience and a clean bill of health.

He didn't speak. He just pointed at the car, grunted, and hooked it up wrong. I watched as my front bumper scraped against the flatbed in slow motion. When I pointed it out, he shrugged and said, “Not my problem if it’s low to the ground.”

The call had come in as a "Check Up" on a stalled vehicle near the treacherous bend of Highway 41, but Tomi knew that in this weather, a check-up usually meant a recovery.

-badtowtruck- Tomi Taylor -check Up - 02.07.15- __link__ -

The radio in the cab of the battered flatbed crackled to life at 2:15 AM.

In the mid-2010s, the gig economy was exploding. Tow trucks, like Uber and TaskRabbit, were becoming unregulated lifelines. A "bad tow truck" was a metaphor for predatory capitalism—helpers who charge more for making things worse. Tomi Taylor’s "Check Up" extended that metaphor to self-care: What happens when the person you call to fix your life is also broken? -BadTowTruck- Tomi Taylor -Check Up - 02.07.15-

Date: February 7, 2015 Location: Somewhere between a bad towing experience and a clean bill of health. The radio in the cab of the battered

He didn't speak. He just pointed at the car, grunted, and hooked it up wrong. I watched as my front bumper scraped against the flatbed in slow motion. When I pointed it out, he shrugged and said, “Not my problem if it’s low to the ground.” Tomi Taylor's final thoughts on the experience with

The call had come in as a "Check Up" on a stalled vehicle near the treacherous bend of Highway 41, but Tomi knew that in this weather, a check-up usually meant a recovery.