If you’d wince at a single scratch, it belongs on my flatbed. Whatever you’re moving, it gets the same thing: hand-loaded, fully insured, one car at a time, driven by the person you spoke to on the phone.
Original survivors, frame-off restorations, and everything in between. On an older car, originality is the value — and once it’s gone, no shop can give it back. I load on a flatbed with soft straps over the wheels, never the body, so nothing flexes the frame or marks a panel, and we document its condition together before it ever moves.
Numbers-matching big-blocks, pro-touring builds, and hot rods that sit two inches off the ground. Lowered stance and aggressive cambers make a careless load a disaster — so I load low and slow, at an angle that clears, and strap it the way it deserves. Headed to a show? I’ll have it there clean and ready.
Low front splitters, wide bodies, carbon everywhere — the cars that scrape on a steep ramp and cost a fortune to put right. A flatbed and a slow, shallow load angle exist for exactly this. Fully insured, watched the whole way, and never crammed onto a multi-car rig next to a daily beater.
The car you actually drive — and still wouldn’t hand to just any tow truck. Whether it’s moving across town or across the country, it gets the same hand-loaded, single-car treatment as everything else on this list.
Barn finds, stalled builds, that car that hasn’t turned over in years. Doesn’t run, doesn’t roll, no keys? A flatbed doesn’t need it to. I’ll winch it on carefully and get it to your shop, your garage, or your buyer without adding a single new problem.
Auction wins, private sales, cars headed to a show or a new owner two states away. One car, one driver — me — the whole way, with updates whenever you want them. Your car is never left sitting unattended at a truck stop overnight.
Every car — no matter the kind — goes through the same careful sequence: a documented walkaround, a hand-load, eyes on it the whole way, and a handover checked against the photos we started with.