The sign appeared overnight like a billboard sprouting from concrete: TurboStar Service Center in chrome letters that looked too clean to have met a wrench. Their bay doors were glass, their floor a mirror, their reception desk a small airport check-in with a cappuccino machine that hissed like confidence. Ignacio noticed it first thing as he rolled up Taller Don Mateo — Arreglos con Cariño’s corrugated door and felt the morning air slip under the metal with a tired sigh.