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Shops I Actually Trust
Owning a car in this town is an elective hardship. Hills, salt air, potholes that feel like poorly healed fractures. But I still drive a stick, still park on Bernal’s slopes, still need people who can keep metal alive without drama. These are the places I actually send residents to after I finish charting their cholesterol and we end up talking about CV joints instead. No saints here, just competent adults who pick up the phone, explain what’s wrong in plain language, and mostly get it right the first time. Which is more than I can say for our EMR.
Mix of generalists, tire people, EV nerds, and folks who will vacuum the dog hair out of the hatch after a rainy-season mud run. None of this is sponsored. It’s just where my own car, and a few colleagues’ mistakes, have ended up over the years.