South Plains Towing and Heavy Wrecker Service

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a little boy walked into South Plains Towing and asked if they could fix his toy truck. The mechanics were puzzled—there was no wrecked vehicle in sight. But when they looked outside, they saw something strange: a small dog standing next to an empty tow truck bed, pointing towards the shop with its paw. The mechanics laughed it off, thinking maybe the dog just needed some exercise. They fixed the toy truck anyway, and sent both the pup and the kid home happy. A few days later, another delivery driver noticed the same dog hanging around the shop again. This time, he brought in a broken water bottle for the mechanics to fix—clearly, the canine had become their unseen customer.

2. A delivery driver pulled up to South Plains Towing one afternoon with a worried look on his face. ‘I just dropped off my package,’ he said, ‘but now I can’t remember where!’ The owner of South Plains Towing smiled knowingly. 'Don’t worry,' he said, patting the delivery driver’s shoulder. 'Just tell me what you ordered.' After a few minutes of discussion, they found out that the package had been delivered right next door to a regular who always borrowed things from our guy.'

3. A neighbor parked her car in front of South Plains Towing late one night, only to return the next day and discover that someone had drawn a mustache on her hood. The next customer was a delivery driver who left his truck for an hour. When he returned, he found that someone had written ‘EAT MORE PIES’ across the windshield in large red letters. Everyone at South Plains Towing had a good laugh over it—especially when the driver ordered pie from the same place again later that week.

4. A regular pulled up to South Plains Towing one day, grumbling as he always did about how much it cost to fix his old truck. Finally, the owner of South Plains Towing leaned over and whispered with a sly smile, ‘Next time, maybe you should drive your neighbor’s truck—it only costs a case of beer.’ The regular just shook his head and drove off, muttering something about crazy Texans.