…Care
The word “care” is derived from the German root word “charon” or to grieve or lament particularly; on a sickbed. It’s particularly fitting. When my car’s sick, I’m sick. It’s my means of making a living. How I pick up the food to feed my family or take my daughter to soccer practice or, when the road is clear, hug the tight bends of the road like it’s no one’s business. We don’t judge. However, It’s not until a break down that I truly appreciate all this machine has helped me to accomplish.
For the past 25 years I have seen the marvels of the modern day vehicle. Though it try’s to outpace its own evolution it remains tethered to the people who depend on it, day in and day out. The wheels must keep rolling and we understand that.
We here have one job. To bring a vehicle’s operating status to that which the engineers designed it to be….. or better, and keep it there. We abide by manufacturers specifications and we take care to assure we follow their recommendations to keep vehicles running long and strong.
We also understand that not everyone has pockets as deep as Bill Gates. We also find ourselves, or our families there. That’s why we treat every vehicle as if it belonged to our mommy. Yes our mommy, who’s dealt with all of our, uhhh “misgivings” and still loves us unconditionally. That special person that we believe deserves the world but is too often short-changed. We treat every vehicle like it belonged to mom and we want to see momma smiling.