I came in to see if they could patch a tire. They drove it into their garage stall. After 50 minutes they reported that they could not patch the tire. The kid who was working started it up to back it out of the shop and gunned it so the engine flooded. Then they pretended it had died in their shop. Fortunately, they could do a little engine repair on the side if I wanted. The car had never had trouble starting since I had owned it, so I offered to roll it out of their shop so they could keep using their stall. They rolled it out for me. Car started just like usual, ten minutes later. They were working me over pretty hard like a pack of wolves the whole time I was there. I'm going to Costco for tires.