I'm running a few days behind in making this post but it is a post I feel that those who do their due diligence should consider. That and I wanted to be able to sit down, take the time and write a review that I felt was befitting and well deserved sooooo strap in....I'm about to make a short story long. Look, doing research in an effort to find a shop with quality personnel who won't "raw-dog" you, a shop that will do you right, shoot you straight and skip the upsell, ...it's a daunting task. In my lifetime and considering the many locations I have lived in, finding one is a rarity. I've had a mechanic in TN tell me not to drive too far on a water pump that was going bad because I had heard a squeal under the hood and refused service due to the high quote I was given. Had 2 other shops tell me the same thing (my mistake for telling them what the first place said). In total, I passed on 3 water pump replacement service quotes, only to find out during an oil change in Kansas a few months later that the squeal was a serpentine belt that was going bad. I drove that vehicle over 100K more miles and sold it with that same stock water pump in it. It's probably safe to say the vast majority of us have experienced something that ranges from similar to far beyond. My first experience with Honest-1 was a couple years ago when I was living in Hillsboro and had a caliper issue. It was a manufacturer defect and I was taken back to the bay and shown first hand right where my issue was. I was told what had happened and shown exactly why/where I may have issues due to how my new calipers were installed. I took pics while the mechanic pointed his finger right at the point in question. I never forgot how diligent they were. Hell, I was even given a beater car to drive back to my house for the day. Definitely not a car to take the wife on a fancy date in but I appreciated the gesture to no end. This has been years ago and I cannot verify that this is still an option that is afforded to anyone but it was much appreciated! FFWD to 3 days ago, right. I now live in Woodburn. I have for 2 years and I have utilized the services that are available to me here. What a joke. I've been upsold, lied to and upcharged. All I kept thinking was, "Dammit....I should have made the drive to Beaverton. This is what I get. My fault". I had a clicking/ticking sound coming from the rear end of my truck. I had ignored it for over a year but then it got worse. Google research had all kinds of ideas and when you're not a mechanic, self diagnosing is akin to using WebMD to find out why you have a headache. I either drank to much or I have cancer....somewhere in between there. The ticking was loud enough that my wife and daughter had asked me what the sound was as I pulled into the drive one day. "Honest-1". I told my wife, "I'm not fooling with these guys here in town. I'm taking it to Beaverton". So I did. I pull in, drop it off about 15 minutes after they had opened. We ran through the pleasantries, this, that, you know....the other. I sit at a table waiting for my wife to pick me up. Facebook, Insta, TikTok time. I don't even get to the Insta part before a shop mechanic sticks his head in the front door, "Mr. Harrington, you wanna come out here? Today is your lucky day". I'm like...."ummmm....what? It was so simple, you're already done"? He says, "I had a feeling soooooo....." then he kneels down at my left rear wheel, grabs the plastic end cap. It's cracked and missing a piece from my fat a$$ stepping on it to get into the bed of my truck (In my defense, I am older. These used to all be made of steel). The end cap is missing the retaining ring so for at least (probably longer) a year, it's been wobbling with the rotation of the wheel. click...click...click..click.click,click,click. End result: pulled the cap off, tossed it in the cab of the truck, pulled the other side off (because I like to match and all) and off I went. No charge. Diagnosed and cured within 10 minutes of me being there and within maybe 2 minutes of the mechanic having taken it. I felt stupid and my man card took a hit that day but I assured them I can run a mean BBQ in a desperate attempt to hold whatever bit of tattered card I still had pinched between my thumb and forefinger (pinky pointed out...but whatever). There are a looooot of other places who would have taken advantage of that situation. I'll forever make that trip from Woodburn and if you have to, you should too. read more