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| - I'm a bad car owner. I forget to get it inspected until it's expired every year. Twice now I've driven my brakes down to the rotors. I forget to change my snow tires out until the heat on the roads starts to melt them down. And despite all this, JR and his crew at Homer's have been patiently nursing my car back to health for six years now.
They're family-owned, proud of being part of the greenfield community, and they've always been able to repair my car either same day or next day. And trust me, it's a 12-year-old car, it always needs something. The prices have always been fair, and way lower than what I paid elsewhere for the same work before moving to Greenfield.
Once, my parents came to visit from Cincinnati and their car kept giving them a low tire pressure light, so we brought it to Homer's and they found a nail, removed it, and repaired the tire. He recognized me and said "she gives me enough money" and didn't charge us for it.
Another time, when I was sitting waiting for my car, an older woman brought her car in to get the pressure in her tires checked. It's something I wouldn't think to do, but for someone less limber than me I imagine checking tire pressures at the gas station is not-so-trivial. He did it, topped up her tires, and she tried valiantly to pay him but he wouldn't let her.
Homer's has me as a customer for life.
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