Transmission Man

  • 2.9 of 5 stars
2 reviews

991 Candia Rd, Manchester, NH 03109, us

(603) 669-3051


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They are always honest
They are competent
Their repair price is reasonable
They complete the work in a timely manner
They respond well when they screw something up
They take the time to explain the problems and necessary repairs
They treat male and female customers in the same manner
They are always honest
I would use this mechanic again
I would recommend this mechanic to others
They fix the problem the first time
The shop is located in a safe neighborhood
The hours of operation are convenient for customers
They are near public transportation (or provide loaners, shuttle bus, rides as needed)
Jan 24, 1999
Hi guys; I know this is hard to believe, but there are some good ole New Hampshire mechanics who (a) have at least a couple dozen teeth; (2) actually know what they are doing; (III) can complete a simple transaction without mentioning a single relative of yours or his, and (A.1) understand that a happy customer generates more customers. Even more surprising, this place is right in Manchester, down on Candia Road, past the Dunkin Donuts. The name is, of all things. "The Transmission Man". Guy's name is Chris. The story began when I had to rescue my son somewhere on the dark and stormy back roads of downtown Seabrook. On the way home, I was well into the judicious administration of dope slaps and various other admonishments associated with his purchase of a 75 Monte Carlo, which seemed to enjoy leaving home but was never able to actually return from any given trip under its own power. As is my wont, I punctuated my argument with frequent, vicious jabs at the throttle, when I noticed that the transmission never got out of second gear and my car, my lovely "Hello Officer Red" Cavalier suddenly smelled like an old Allis Chalmers with bad valves. I cleverly decided the transmission had packed up. Okay. Fluid level was fine and the ATF was dark and smelled bad. All gears sometimes worked, but it wouldn't shift until the engine rpm approximated a dentist drill. Next day I pulled the pan, changed filter and oil, and discovered that the bottom of the pan was caked with silver powder. Called around and was recommended to The Transmission Man. Chris said "sounds like a TV cable adjustment. Bring it right in." Geeze, I tell ya. The experience was like a Saturn commercial. The guy made a fresh pot of coffee (always a good move), handed me a stack of ancient "Sports Afield" magazines, and took my car for a drive. He was gone half an hour. He pulled back in, grabbed Ralph out from under a Buick, and Ralph went out for another half hour. Then they pulled it into a bay, hoisted it up, fiddled around a while, then they both went for a ride. Then we had a conference. It seems the transmission needed an additional quart of oil (okay, so shoot me) - and the TV cable had gone astray as predicted. But when they adjusted it, the thing went slack again after like ten miles. They said there was a small chance some gunk had gotten into the hydraulics and that it might clear up on its own. Said to drive it a couple weeks to see if it got better or worse. Gave me an extensive written report. And charged me NOT A PENNY!!! Yes, absolutely free. Didn't even charge for the oil. Including a short lesson on how to adjust my own TV cable. They said the worst news would be a complete rebuild, which would be about $1000 but they sometimes could just get away with some external parts which would only come to like $200. Okay. End of Tranny Man story. Good guy and I would recommend him to anybody, including members of the clergy. Me? I opted for Plan B. Those guys hadn't seen (and I judiciously failed to mention) all the aluminum flakes I dredged out of the pan when I changed the fluid. So while the TV cable remained more or less in adjustment, I cruised the used car dealers till I found a guy hanging around outside wearing a porkpie hat and trying to manage a donut, a cigar, a cell phone, and a toothpick all at the same time. I coasted into the lot, ripped the plates off, flipped him a credit card and said "Gimme the green four- door over there." He was so disoriented by this "Blitzkaufen" approach (on top of the above-mentioned oral overload), that he gave me almost as much on my trade as I had originally paid, and I ended up with a newer car for about $1500 total investment, i.e. about what the trans would have cost when you add in car rental and stuff. Oh. One more thing. On today's show you had a lady whose car wouldn't start unless she turned on the fan. Yup. Been there. Had an old Chevy wagon did the same thing, only I opted to blow the hell out of the horn for a minute or two. Then it would promptly crank over and I was usually out of there by the time the neighbors called the cops. Turns out that the battery post would look perfectly clean, but since the cable end was shot, the tiny amount of actual metal-to-metal contact was at some critical minimum. The least amount of oxide would diminish the contact area to the point that the starter wouldn't turn the engine over. Blowing the horn apparently did something electromechanical or thermal, and the connection would then pass sufficient current. See ya. Mike
Nov 07, 2011

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