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| - So normally I wouldn't take time to review places like this. Reason being, is this is not the place you want to spend 5-6 hours of your time.
Let me paint the picture with a history lesson first. Regal Nissan in Roswell is going to get a flaming, paper bag full of poop. More on that later.
This weekend, I decided to get my redneck on and leave the comfortable confines of patios, women in sundresses, hummus and other things us city folk enjoy. The reason, Nascar was coming to Charlotte and my friends rent two- 50 passenger buses, buy copious amounts of alcohol, book two bands and generally act like we're all straight out of the trailer park for 15+ hours. What's not to like about that? Absofuckinglutely NOTHING!
So after a day of wearing Mark Martin t-shirts, owning everyone from Charlotte in beer pong, and eating pork that had been cooked for roughly 12 hours.... Well, we had to leave at some point and get back to the hotel. Oh yeah, I forgot, I took a pic with Jeff Gordon lady. You know, the lady that is probably 60, but still wears a bikini to every race and has a Jeff Gordon mural on her back that is actual tattoos... GROSS.
So, we get back around 11:30 to Matthews, where everyone had hotels and or air mattresses at my buddy Smoak's house. It's at this point that I figure out that my lovely Nissan Maxima is trying to croak. Tried to jump it... Didn't work. I'm too drunk to care. "I'll take care of it tomorrow"... Oh, maybe you won't.
So I go back around Noon thinking, "Hey, I'll just replace the starter and/or battery and be on my way." Billy Bob from retro-tow truck towing comes and figures out in his best Boomhower impersonation from King of Hill.... "Hey man, this thingamajig right hunnnh... well, it's cunnexted to this thingamajigger right there... Lut me reconnect it and Waaaala.... It be crankin up man..."
So car cranked, but I still needed a new battery...
Get to Pep Boys and this is where the shennanigans started.. They replace my battery but the boys in the white shirts realized my left, rear brake was about to cause some serious damage. Basically, those ASE Certified assholes at Nissan when they fixed my breaks forgot to tighten a very important piece on my brake. Actually, it was the two bolts that keep the caliper in place. One had already broken off and the other was about to go.
Guess what happens if they are both gone. Caliper becomes a 10 pound projectile that does damage to your car then flies out from underneath killing Suzy Superstar following behind in her Volkswagen Bug. Yep, I'm not a fan of liability so it had to get fixed.
Then the shennanigans get even better. Not a single Nissan dealership within an hour is open to sell parts. The only Pep Boys with the part is in Gastonia.... Gasfookingstonia... Gastonia sounds like a place where bad gas and retirees go to eat Picadilly.
So I have to thank Chad. Guy was awesome and was the person that basically figured out my left, rear brake was about to shatter someone's windshield and my bank account. Guy got in a truck... You know the one where the seat won't go back because there is no backseat, so you have to basically sit upright with no comfort?!?! Yep, that one. Drove the hour to Gas-tonia. Got the bolts and came back.
Those people don't have to do that shite you know. Guy simply did it because he knew I didn't want to be in Charlotte past sundown. In Atlanta, nothing good happens after midnight (I love bad though). In Charlotte, nothing bad happens after sundown. I would've jumped off the nearest 2 story building and broken an ankle over boredom lastnight.
Chad went and got the part and I was on my merry way. Now that's service. So whilst Nissan needs a few swift kicks in the 'Nads.... Pep Boys need a good old fashioned cheer and Jager shot or three.
Therefore, I felt a shout out was needed for Chad and the peeps there. Plus, I got to witness an minor employee altercation over some service issue. Twas awesome.
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