Hacienda Llantera Tire Shop

Picture it. Sicily. 194– Oh, wait.
Let’s try again. Las Vegas. 2011. I received a frantic phone call from my coworker and friend D that she had a flat tire and was at a gas station. Not only that, but her donut spare was –also– flat. To add insult to injury, the gas station’s air pump was broken.
Needless to say, I sailed over, picked her and the tires up, and we went searching at about 7:30PM to find a 24 hour tire place.
First place: Walmart. Ew, Walmart. Bane of my existence, the pinnacle of mediocre in terms of service and ideals. They closed before we get there. Oh, well.
Second: Pep Boys on Decatur by the 95. Very poorly and rudely attempt to close the door on her. Writing THAT review tomorrow.
She desperately puts out that there’s a «ghetto-​ish» 24 tire place on Rancho. So we drive up and there’s this greasy mess of a tire place. The bathrooms are just revolting. Bunch of guys just sitting around watching a tiny television.
We get out of the car and walk up with a tire. They hop up, greet us warmly and ask what they can do for us. We show them the tire and they offer to put a used for 30 bucks or a new for 90. They change it in THREE MINUTES FLAT. We carry the tire back to the car, I pay and tip them…
CASH ONLY!
…and we’re on our merry way, back to the car. We throw the tire on and I come home, she drives away. She later texts me that the tire was wobbling and making noise. She stops by the garage again and they not only take the tire off, put it on correctly and tighten it, but also refill and patch the spare, but for TEN DOLLARS.
Long story short: Dirty, scratch that — FILTHY!, cash only place, lightening quick, 24 hours, and friendly, cheap.
Would visit in a panic again.