diablos991
15+ Year Contributor
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- Mar 8, 2006
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Washington,
Oregon
This past weekend I embarked on my yearly quest to obtain these profusely sought after documents that are deemed by the state to be my emissions and safety inspection certificates. I topped off the fuel, bought a burrito, bought a Powerade, then disembarked.
Upon stumbling into what seemed to be a normal shop to have my car's equivalent to a physical performed; I notice that the desk clerk is a 50+ year old man whom is using an electric motor powered scooter much like young children do to scoot to different areas of the shop. I laughed to myself for a second then halted him to ask whom I would speak to in order to get my vehicle inspected. He then directed me to Spike.
I followed the scooting elderly man, briskly walking to keep up with this speedy little transport in which he was on, after being introduced to Spike he extends his hand to shake mine, though it was covered in motor oil, I can't refuse such a gesture from a prestigious mechanic as Spike. I then notice that my burrito eating hand was now covered in wondrous grease and oil. No matter, a little grease is good for the digestive track.
Spike then gets into my vehicle and pulls it into the shop. I then devoured my meal while watching Spike through a window making sure he wasn't going to perform any funny business on my precious little Talon.
Right after completely devouring my delicious steak and potato breakfast burrito, I was summoned to the shop by Spike. I was made aware that my car did great on emissions, however, my window tint was 4% too dark... WTF I then tell him to wipe the dirt off the window and try the test again. Spike shot me a smug look as though he wasn't impressed. He also makes me aware that I have a side marker light bulb out and sends me on my way.
Needless to say, 80% of the inspections stations in my county happen to be under probation due the the Nazi rule of the man appointed to be in charge by the wondrous city counsel. This has let me to spend the last two days scouring the phone book for a shop that is not in probationary status that may be willing to forgo my 4% illegal tint that has passed without question for the last four years.
Upon stumbling into what seemed to be a normal shop to have my car's equivalent to a physical performed; I notice that the desk clerk is a 50+ year old man whom is using an electric motor powered scooter much like young children do to scoot to different areas of the shop. I laughed to myself for a second then halted him to ask whom I would speak to in order to get my vehicle inspected. He then directed me to Spike.
I followed the scooting elderly man, briskly walking to keep up with this speedy little transport in which he was on, after being introduced to Spike he extends his hand to shake mine, though it was covered in motor oil, I can't refuse such a gesture from a prestigious mechanic as Spike. I then notice that my burrito eating hand was now covered in wondrous grease and oil. No matter, a little grease is good for the digestive track.
Spike then gets into my vehicle and pulls it into the shop. I then devoured my meal while watching Spike through a window making sure he wasn't going to perform any funny business on my precious little Talon.
Right after completely devouring my delicious steak and potato breakfast burrito, I was summoned to the shop by Spike. I was made aware that my car did great on emissions, however, my window tint was 4% too dark... WTF I then tell him to wipe the dirt off the window and try the test again. Spike shot me a smug look as though he wasn't impressed. He also makes me aware that I have a side marker light bulb out and sends me on my way.
Needless to say, 80% of the inspections stations in my county happen to be under probation due the the Nazi rule of the man appointed to be in charge by the wondrous city counsel. This has let me to spend the last two days scouring the phone book for a shop that is not in probationary status that may be willing to forgo my 4% illegal tint that has passed without question for the last four years.
And I don't know anyone. 
