4th Ave. Exxon

I was a stranger far from home, in town for a music performance, and found a very large and disturbing puddle under my car in the dark parking lot after my concert. To make matters worse, I had another important gig next day to get to, and had just had a call to say my mother was gravely ill, a 3-hour drive back home. AND it was bitter cold January, with a freakish fierce wind blowing. I managed to creep back to my hotel, beside myself with worry about what to do next day and how to manage it. But I received a suggestion to try this shop, and they were able to look at it first thing. They found the problem, fixed it the cheap, low-tech way, and had me back on the road in a couple of hours- and charged me less than half what I'd expected to pay for the whole thing then. While sitting in their shop I saw plenty of evidence of an unpretentious, no-nonsense, well-run old-fashioned community business, and my day was transformed. I was entirely put at ease by their nice manners, the friendliness of other customers (obvious regulars) ducking in and out, and all the cartoon clips, inspirational sayings and amusingly faded old advertisng art around the place. Nice to know there's still room for integrity and good neighbors around, without the unnecessary frills!!