This is not the way that it should end, it's the way it should begin.

I have taken my car in (sounds like I'm putting it in jail or something) for a general inspection... I hate doing this because I know little to nothing about my car, even though I've read the manual from cover to cover... I know when the tires look low, but I don't ever want to put air in it myself because I've heard too many stories of being stuck on the side of the road because someone's tire exploded for being too full of air. I don't live the kind of life that allows me to be stuck on any roadside, unless I'm somewhere near ATL, SAV, or Jacksonville. However, there are several hours in between all of those places. All that to say... I love walking into a car place, where I am already intimidated, and being greeted by a woman who sounds like she's probably smoked a little too many cigarettes, but has a kind look and a "Hey darlin', how can I help you?" ... even if they are laughing at me in the garage :). I like it here in the south.