Mr. Goodwrench Gets Turned On

Unless you are a car enthusiast or are one of the few civilians that can open the hood of a car and can name any of the numerous alien parts found in that Pandora’s Box, going to a car mechanic is one of the most horrible experiences. Right up there with dentists and taxes. Since 2001 I have not owned a car, and that lack has been even more adorable after my experience in Atlanta, GA where I owned a very used, $2,000 VW Jetta that broke down every other month. I found a 5-foot, arms-like-stones mechanic that talked loud and fast and from whom I never understood what was wrong with my car, other than it required hundreds of dollars to be fixed. This mechanic, however, wore a uniform and worked for Midas. I felt somewhat assured that this was the equivalent of going to a Genius in the