My car's brake light suddenly came on....8 months ago. I kept driving around, watching the people on the street grabbing their ears in pain every time my car came to a screeching (literally) halt. As time wore on, and so did my brakes, I noticed how I would have to start braking a minimum of 3 minutes before I actually wanted to come to a complete stop. I knew it was time to go to a mechanic. Just like Meatloaf once sang, "I would do anything for love (of my car) but I won't do that" only this time, I had to. I consulted my Yeeps, and found this place. Still skeptical, I called up, and got price quotes from a few other places. This place was slightly higher on the brake fix, but had a deal for an oil change, so I figured I should go ahead and just go with them. I liked that they were willing to not only take me the same day, but turn it around the same day as well. They also didn't try to sell me on unnecessary things, or take advantage of the fact that I was a seemingly unknowing woman. They also topped off the fluids, made sure my tires were the correct psi, and fixed my passenger door which had somehow become unhinged.....for free. My car is still the world's biggest piece of crap, but it definitely runs so much nicer. Hey, you can put lipstick on a pig, but it's still a pig.