It started with a bang.
Well, more like a crunch.
Mrs. Reynolds backed over the same jagged edge of the driveway she warned everyone about—and this time, it got her. The tire popped. The coffee spilled. The dog barked. Again.
“This driveway is cursed,” her son muttered as he biked around another crater.
It wasn’t always like this. Years ago, it was a clean path of concrete. But weather, time, and two decades of Reynolds-family chaos had reduced it to rubble.
That night, over spaghetti and sarcasm, they decided: We’re getting it fixed.
“Who even does that?” her daughter asked, as if driveway paving was a lost art.
Turns out, people do still pave driveways. And the internet led them straight to
My Paving Pros—with photos, reviews, and a name that felt oddly reassuring.
A few days later, trucks rolled up. The crew worked fast. They explained everything. Even the dog seemed impressed.
By dinner, the Reynolds family stood outside barefoot—yes, barefoot—on a fresh, smooth driveway.
“Kind of makes the house look better too,” Dad said.
The kids rode their bikes in perfect circles. No potholes. No drama.
Sometimes, all it takes is one smart search, and a team like
My Paving Pros shows up to help rewrite a small part of your story.