“How’d you know?”
A week later, I was backing into a tight spot at the grocery store when an old man in a Cadillac nearly T-boned me. My camera caught it all—the shine of his bumper, the horror on his face. I honked. He swerved. Crisis averted. autozone backup cameras
“Tailgate’s loose. Heard you pull in.” He slid the bag across the counter. “You want me to walk you through the install? Last guy who bought this wired it to his brake lights. Camera only worked when he stopped.” “How’d you know
That night, I bought another camera. Not for me. For my mother-in-law’s sedan. She had backed over her own mailbox twice. “How’d you know?” A week later