When Ed saw me coming he strolled with his cup of coffee into the big underground shop in a building that was once a car dealership and part of the local Gazette newspaper, or the Daily Record, one or the other. They combined into the hegemony of a news weekly that exists in this town now. What you got for me, guy? Says Ed because he knows the car work I need done was due in part to ineptitude and my lack of patience and good sense. I tell him. Ouch, he says. There was the manifold leak that sounded like a bull moose fighting a chain saw. I busted the stud. Not a problem, said Ed. The brake light switch that hadn’t worked since that day in Butte when a guy on a Harley pulled up alongside and told my passenger, you ain’t got a break-light on that thing. That was more than a year ago/Ralph Bartholdt, Skookum Photography. More here.

Question: Do you go to a vehicle repair shop that you trust?