Our neighborhood is kind of up and down. Right across the street from me is "Al's Body Shop."
Al is a great guy and super sensitive about being on the right side of the neighbors as a business in a residential neighborhood. That shack has been a business since before "zoning" was a word. I think it was an icehouse originally.
Anyway Al totally hooks me up. Oil change? I walk out the front door at 8:30 am and into Al's. I find Al or his son, and say "Can you guys change the oil? Here's the key. Then I walk the two blocks to work.
They'll walk over to my house, grab the car, do the work and leave it back in the driveway at end of day. It's up to me to find him and beat a price out of him. He was a full $200 cheaper for four new tires last month. He sold them to me at cost and charged $40 to spin balance 4 tires! His brake jobs are half the dealer price.
This is why I don't have a tire pressure gauge. I have grown lazy!
"You just need to go at that shit wide open, hang on, and own it." —Camp