A furnace in Phoenix has a strange working life. It runs hard for a handful of weeks, then sits untouched for the better part of a year while the same ductwork and the same blower carry the cooling load through 111 or so days at or above 100 degrees. Equipment does not age gracefully under that pattern. It ages by sitting still.
Dust is the practical consequence. Everything that settles into a burner compartment, a flame sensor, or an inducer housing over ten idle months is still there on the night you finally call for heat. A large share of first cold snap calls are ignition faults on a furnace that is otherwise fine, and a flame sensor cleaned in October would have prevented the call entirely.
Failures also arrive together. Phoenix does not ease into winter, it drops overnight, and every furnace in the city gets asked to start on the same evening. The ones that were going to fail all fail at once, which is why heating calls queue in a way cooling calls in June do not.
Location complicates the rest. A lot of local housing puts the equipment in an attic or on a flat roof rather than a closet, so a diagnosis involves roof or attic access before it involves a meter. Adams works out of one shop on North 35th Avenue, with the parts counter in the same building as the trucks, which is what decides whether a stocked ignition part is fixed tonight or ordered for Thursday.