I walked in asking for an inspection. My mistake I suppose for bringin... read more I walked in asking for an inspection. My mistake I suppose for bringing my husband with me. He’s got brown skin and some tattoos. As soon as we came in, the old geezer sat at the desk started glaring at him. He then asked for paperwork to prove it was my vehicle, I can only assume he either thought it was stolen or was too fat and lazy to get the VIN off the car. As soon as I told him I didn’t have my title with me, because why would I carry that around. It’s not required to get an inspection. He gave me a real nasty ugly look and said “yeah I’ll pass go somewhere else”.
visit relatives often. After giving them a try and discovering their u... read more visit relatives often. After giving them a try and discovering their unusual level of courtesy, knowledge, honesty, and ability, I utilize them whenever service or repairs are needed. They focus on what the vehicle needs and in my experience are cooperative in delaying nonessential needs per customer request. I have sat waiting for my vehicle and noted the manner of interaction with other customers and it is commensurate with my experience. I am at present preparing to transport a "dead" vehicle to Nixon, a two hour trip, because my experience with local mechanics is so poor. No, I am neither a friend nor relative, merely an older individual who is apparently more knowledgeable than the average "dealer trained" mechanic.
took my moped in. called on one phone they told me it was the fuel pum... read more took my moped in. called on one phone they told me it was the fuel pump and it ran with a new one in. had a friend call a day later and then they said it was the fuel pump, carburetor, and clutch. i know it wasn't because i rebuilt the carburetor just days before taking it there and the clutch has less than 4k miles on it.
