I once took my '74 Dodge van into a tune-up shop for a California smog test. Now, before I took it in, I did check that everything was okay with it, including the timing. The guy tested it and said that I would need him to work on it before passing the test because the âtiming was retarded, and this causes it to ping.â Booogus!, I thought (only excessively advanced timing would cause pinging), and I took the van home and checked the timing againâit was right where I had set it. (I recovered my testing fee on this one with a complaint to the Bureau of Automotive Repair.)
That tune-up shop soon went out of business, and before I was wise to this guy, I later went to his new operation in a new location, a much bigger auto repair business. This place made a big deal out of giving each customer a comment card to say what a wonderful job was done on their car. The waiting room had a bulletin board plastered with a selection of these cards, so everyone was happy to be repeat customers. Here is how this place attempted to gain my repeat business:
One winter I had them replace a water pump on a minivan. The next summer I discovered an air conditioning hose was completely disconnected, nowhere near the water pump or belt. (Later, a new mechanic told me that he once had seen a technician being led away from this place in handcuffs by the cops.) I had the air conditioning fixed by different mechanic, but not until I had already been victimized again by the repeat-business place, and this is my favorite:
They did some brake work on the minivan, which had drum brakes on the rear. Then I drove from Long Beach to Palm Springs, stayed a few days, then pulled into a gas station to fuel up for the trip home. When I tried to leave, the parking brake wouldnât release. It was locked up so bad that the car couldnât be drivenâone rear wheel would not turn at all, and after removing the wheel, the drum couldnât be budged.
I had it towed to a local repair shop in Palm Springs, and it wasnât easy to find a place open that Saturday evening. The Mexican guys cheerfully worked on it for some time with Sabado Gigante on the TV, but it was apparent that they had a heck of a time getting the brakes back together. When I got back home I noticed that the rear brake adjustment was loose, so I went to work on it. I was going nuts trying to get it set correctly when I finally realized that the drum brake adjusters were swapped, left wheel to right wheel! Mystery solved: The repeat-business place had swapped the adjusters. The trip to Palm Springs didnât require much backing up, but after backing out of a few parking spaces one brake became loose enough so that something fell apart in the drum at the gas station when I set the parking brake, and it jammed.