Rick, the mechanic at Curt's Garage, is generally a good guy. I started going to him when I moved to Columbus. He's my boyfriend's father's former neighbor, and the family usually takes their cars over there if my boyfriend's car savvy brother can't fix the autos. They trust Rick, so I trust Rick.
He'll let you drop your car off to the lot the night before so you don't have to get up early to bum a ride from a buddy before work. He'll call you to let you know what he thinks is wrong before he does any repairs. He'll call you again to let you know how things are going. Then, he'll sometimes stay a little late to let you pick up your car at 5:30p instead of the shop's normal closing time of 5:00p.
When you meet Rick face-to-face, you'll see that he's your typical grease monkey with grimy nails, wild hair, and a blue jumpsuit. You can tell he loves his job.
When you meet him, face-to-face to pick up your car, he'll talk incessantly about the repair work, detailing each step, unaware that you don't speak car.
Rick's generally a good guy, but since he's a mechanic, I just can't trust him. I always feel like I'm being swindled, even though I'm probably not. I think Rick's main crux is that when he calls to tell you about the repair he has to make, he makes it sound abnormally difficult, like it's going to cost more because it's such a tough job. In the end, his prices are pretty decent - as far as I can tell. But the suspense kills me. Just tell me what's wrong, if you can fix it today, and how much it will cost.
I've never had a problem with Rick's work. He usually tries to find the cheapest but most effective way to fix your car. And weeks later, when I'm driving around, it becomes apparent that the changes seem to have stuck. read more
