My wife's 97 Subaru Impreza is kept running like new because of Alan and his crew. The low little monster got herself high centered on a steep downtown parking entry and cracked her exhaust resonator pipe: fixed. They had recommended servicing the rear brakes two years ago, which were now down to about a dimes width (daily commute of 4 miles per day at or under 30mph is how we gapped the two years). So it was time for it: rotor grind, pads, e-brake. Back on the road within a day of diagnosis. They keep my supercharged Frontier pickup ready for all I throw at her, as well as keeping an eye on my shiny 64.5 mustang convertible. I'm glad to live right around the corner from such a wonderful shop.