Easily the best mechanic I've been to.
And I carry, In my wallet, an official card from the FRENCH government that qualifies me as a connoisseur of Lemons.
"Le Lemon" or as we're know here in the states: "The Dumb".
But it's easy to say Mike is just a mechanic; but in my experience with him, the word savior would be apt.
Just for instance, we planned a 14 day trip to Oregon. Our reservations finalized & nonrefundable.
The day before we drive to Oregon, my wife looks at me and say: "think we should get the car looked at?"
... ok. So this is one long story of events where my wife is always correct, and I'm always wrong and blah-blah-blah, yakkidy-smackidy...
but that's not important.
What's important is this is one of eleven ( count them,': 11) times Mike has saved my ass. More then my car was worth it.
It's like this weird harmonious Mad Maxx'ish relationship with him & the Thunder Dome.
"Two men enter, one man leaves!"