Gary at Lidderdale Garage is one of Wavertrees hidden gems. At least I think its a gem, the way the…read moresun bounces off that odd shaped head of his.
His garage is equipped with all up to date, state of the art equipment, namely, a hammer, a crowbar, and even a set of no expense spared Aldi spanners.
He is the most trustworthy mechanic I have ever known, always returning the nuts and bolts that are left over from every job, as he can't remember where they go, but wouldn't steal them from you.
If you can find a real mechanic to tell you where they go, Gary is always happy to fit them for free.
He has at least 10 Haynes manuals in his office, namely to cover up the stack of razzles and other jazz mags he keeps there, but that feat fades into oblivion, when he inevitably shares with you the fact that he has a library of 26 books at home. Yes, 26.
Hes OK for those once a year visits, but if you go any more than that, he tries to befriend you by reciting poetry by Jim Morrison and John Donnnnnnn, even though it sticks out like a sore thumb the fact that he hasn't got a fucking clue what he's rambling on about. He only stops to regale you with tales of how he 'made it' and played guitar to a quarter of the worlds population in 1934.
Regular customers have been known to take a 2 minute timer with them, as its the only chance you've got of making him stop.
His dexterity inside an engine bay bears such magnificence, that it can only be born of a superhuman with an extra digit on each hand.
All round, he's a great mechanic and a great guy, but don't leave any cassettes or loose change in the car, cos it'll be history
For a more in depth review, why not YouTube 'Hitler Gary Hill', and see how highly auld Adolf regards him
Ivor Biggun