One Happy Devil Dog
This is the story of a disgruntled Marine with a Subaru Outback that had previously leaked from every possible place, making her wonder why they don’t make incontinence diapers for cars and contemplate the logistics and repercussions of setting it on fire. She spent more money on refilling depleting fluids, kitty litter for the driveway and therapists, and issued more apologies for her mid-traffic-stalling, power-steering-failing vehicle than ever imaginable.
The power steering fluid leaked like a submarine with a screen door and had to be refilled each morning, or else it would quit when it ran to the last drop, usually when making a hasty turn into traffic. Many an angry gesture from fellow drivers would follow. The coolant also leaked, making puddles at each stop and sending a nasty sweet-smelling perfume (for lack of a better descriptive word) into the interior of her car, making herself and her children want to vomit. The automatic transmission would shift so hard from 2nd to 3rd, that no cup of coffee or juice box survived.
But she loved that car. So, she limped it into JP’s Collision Center, dropped it off, and got a ride home from one of their amazing employees. She was sure that the fix would take several days, if not a week or two… Two business days later, she got a call that her vehicle was done and ready! That’s when the anxiety set in. This would surely cost her an arm and a leg, as well as two of her dog’s legs. To her surprise, the bill was beyond reasonable and honest, and they gave her a military discount!
When she saw her Subaru Outback, it was obvious that attention to detail had been given to the exterior. It was washed, shined, and looking prettier than the 4th of July! Even the tires had been shined! The same attention had been given to the interior and would’ve passed her Senior Drill Instructor’s white glove inspection. No more MIA chicken nuggets and crayons under her seat that her children had stashed away for the Apocalypse. No more greasy prints on the windows. No more of that smell that would make you wish your nose was broken. It was perfection, and for a Marine to say that…
All leaks had been pinpointed and solved. The issues with the transmission turned out to be a simple fix, something most shops might have scammed her into a new transmission altogether on. They even went as far as to fill up her tank with gas! She holds very high standards, and JP’s Collision Center exceeded them all! The “Subie” is back and ready for action! She may have even been caught actually smiling, though no one would have dared to point that out.
By now you might have figured out that the Marine in this story is the same person writing this. It is a true story and I wanted to share it with you because, let’s be honest here, there are not very many shops out there that would have gone to the extent to set the bar for excellence like JP and his crew did for me. There were so many extras done that I hadn’t even thought to ask for, extras that they took the liberty of doing. I will never take my beloved Subaru anywhere else! If they would do this for me, you know that they would do the same for you! So, the next time you are contemplating giving your car a gasoline bath with a combustion treatment, go see JP and his awesome crew first! You won’t regret it!