Here it’s 112, my first time was when I was stranded on the emergency lane of the highway. I was driving a van and parts of one of my tires were strewn across the right lane.
In my country you’re supposed to call the emergency number when your car breaks down on the highway, even when you’ve made it to the emergency lane. You’ll be towed to the nearest safe place by a salvage company, at no expense. Of course, how you get underway again from that point is your own problem.
At any rate, before you get towed they’ll usually display either a big red cross (to indicate a closed lane) or a reduced maximum speed on the matrix signs (present every few kilometres on most highways) for the adjacent lane to make the situation a bit safer.
In my case they closed the right lane to prevent cars hitting the debris of my tire and to make sure that the government agency in charge could clean up the mess. It was unfortunate to see how many people just ignore the red crosses.
I also learned about rethreaded tires that day. We bought that van not too long ago, the tire profile looked as if they were quite new and should have lasted for thousands of kilometres at least. But apparently revising tires by stripping of the old threading and basically glueing on a new one is a thing. In our case the thread came off suddenly. So screw that shit, only new tires for me.
The gang wars mechanic put me off SA, same as the friends in GTA IV that keep demanding you go bowling with them while you are in a car chase with the police. It felt forced and screwed with the flow of the game by forcing you to stop whatever you were enjoying at that moment or deal with the consequences.
Vice City is also my favourite, great selection of music tracks, great 80’s vibes and it wouldn’t forcefully try to pull you out of your flow at random intervals.