Whip-It Tire

Since they opened in the late 80s, my family has brought all our cars there, over the years about 8. He has been straightforward, honest, and given us breaks when we were broke. In general Dave is just a nice guy. He is human, but doesn't try weasel out of mistakes or make you feel like a dolt if an explaination if technically above your head.

The owner has always been honest and has never recommended repairs that were not necessary. Always keeps work to the minimum necessary to keep the car going. As an older woman I feel comfortable dealing with him.

Dave is a great guy. I had a problem with my Dodge Neon repaired there when I was in high school. Took it home and the next day it wouldn't start. He sent someone to my house to look at it and gave me a ride. Turned out it was a Dodge design problem, not his fault at all. Every time I go in there they do a great job and explain what is going on with my car so I (a 21 year old female with no car knowledge) can understand. Never does unnecessary repairs. I now go to college in New Jersey but I still bring my car, a Honda Civic, there when it needs repairs.

Dave, who is not my regular mechanic makes every visit to Whip-It!, no matter how trivial enjoyable. Think about it. Mechanics are commodities, no? Why would I enjoy one? Why would I focus on the enjoyment? Why would it be the main focus, now after over a year since visiting? Because the elements of mechanicry are so thoroughly accomplished as to NOT merit attention. The result is that you focus on the jokes, the moments of learning, and the over-sized dollop of humanity evident in every transaction. Whether ti is Dave taking a call and comically rolling his eyes to include you the one overhearing as he listens to someone mutter about a car issue, Dave clearly enjoying the brief call to a supplier despite its insane degree of mundaneness, or Dave coming form around the counter to hold an elderly lady's hand as she navigates the beat up old greasy shop and wends her way to her car. In a world of selfishness, non-compassion and a generalized feeling that humanity is undervalued, Dave, without appearing to try delivers an infusion of hope while doing something as simple as rotating your tires. He, and thus the shop never fail to leave you with anything other than a smile. If my regular mechanic would just screw up in some way I'd be Dave's forevermore. :)