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Auto Mechanics Are Con Men

April 28, 2008 by CH

I dropped my car off at a Midas in a ritzy suburb of DC* to get an estimate for repairs. I left their shop the next afternoon having bitched them out in front of customers with no repairs done and a credit toward any future visits.

Here is the standard MO of the slimeball con man mechanic. If you are the recipient of this schtick, do not bring your car there.

– First, he’ll tell you how great your car is, to soften up your resistance. “That’s a good year for that car. They stopped making them like that a couple years ago. Fine vehicle. Solid engine. If I were you I’d do whatever it takes to keep her in top shape. She could go 300,000 miles.”

– Then he’ll try to sell you on repairs and upkeep you don’t need using parts jargon you’ve never heard. Oh, and all the parts come as a “unit” or in “pairs” so you’ll be spending double what you really need to spend. Watch out for phrases like “While we were looking for that brake problem you asked us to check, we came across…” and “We recommend a transmission, brake, and coolant flush.” In fact, if he uses the word “flush” a red flag should immediately go up. Suckers Customers, especially fad-of-the-day yuppies who extol the virtues of regular coffee and wheatgrass colonics, must be conditioned to believe a car needs a “flush” every 500 miles because they anthropomorphize their cars, like they do their tiny eunuch dogs.

– After you’ve turned down every one of his additional recommendations, he’ll begrudgingly agree to your basic repair request (you’ll actually hear the disappointment in his voice) but neglect to give you a quote if you don’t ask for it. ALWAYS ASK FOR A WRITTEN PRICE QUOTE. If you are speaking to him over the phone tell him to write his price quote down so that you can see it when you come to pick up your car. Without a price quote, you are guaranteed to pay more than what you anticipated.

– He neglects to ask if you want after market or OEM (original equipment manufacturer) parts used. If you don’t specify after market, expect to pay double for OEM since he will default to those parts. When you ask later why after market wasn’t used, he will tell you “those specific after market parts aren’t designed for your model car.” 99% of the time this won’t be true, so don’t believe him.

– Any haggling by the shop manager is an admission of guilt. Why would he haggle if his price wasn’t flexible from the start? Can you haggle for pants at Banana Republic? It’s weird that mechanics in the US operate like third world bazaars.

– If his eyes are close together on his head and he has pock marks, there is a higher than average chance he is a con man.

How you can protect yourself:

– If you feel like you’re being scammed, bitch the scumbag out with liberal use of “fuck” in all its glorious permutations. Start arguing in a mild-mannered way to lower his defenses and build to a curse-filled crescendo. Make sure to do this when other customers are in earshot. An irate customer fucking up shit for the boss in front of his underlings and the other customers (and future customers) puts a lot of pressure on him to concede and cut you a deal. Bonus points if children are present. Watch how fast he grabs his ankles.

– Wear dark-shaded sunglasses to make yourself look more intense and slightly crazy.

– Look all those parasites in the eyes. A liar will never be able to hold your gaze for longer than a couple seconds.

– Bring a PDA or iPhone and start furiously googling for parts and repair prices. Announce loudly for all to hear that you are going to “google and see what this really costs.” Hold your PDA high in the air when you say this. C.H.U.D.s cower before the power of the mighty google.

Top three sleaziest occupations: mechanic, used car salesman, personal injury lawyer. I’m seriously contemplating selling my car.

*I bet the bigger rip-off artists are in upper class neighborhoods. Rich yuppies who don’t know a thing about cars would throw money at the mechanic to fix the problem, chalking up the cost to normal “wear and tear”.

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  1. on April 28, 2008 at 12:38 pm Jason Rakowski

    Good Layout and design. I like your blog. I just added your RSS feed to my Google News Reader. .

    Jason Rakowski

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  2. on April 28, 2008 at 12:55 pm PA

    Excellent points! The classic Roissy stylistic moneyshot is here: “fad-of-the-day yuppies who extol the virtues of regular coffee and wheatgrass colonics, must be conditioned to believe a car needs a ‘flush’ every 500 miles because they anthropomorphize their cars, like they do their tiny eunuch dogs.”

    One word of caution is that you need to be judicious with profanity. Throwing the f-bomb can cause you to look like you’re ceding control of the argument, and can empower the manager to throw you out of his shop.

    A friend of mine is an airline counter ticketing agent and told me that they are empowered to end any argument with an irate customer and call security at the exact point when the customer uses a profanity.

    I also recommend the use of the word “unacceptable” in arguments with vendors.

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  3. on April 28, 2008 at 1:25 pm Usually Lurking

    You know, I just read your post on going car-less and love this line: “Global warming is the greatest evil in the world, right up there with the 2nd amendment.”

    Actually, that line ties well with the previous posting on the Culture in Decline. There is nothing like getting a girl wet by feeding into her hatred of our Constitution. Girls that are wanna-be Euro-trash are the hottest.

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  4. on April 28, 2008 at 1:41 pm Steve Lurkel

    yeah, and even when they aren’t scamming you, mechanics’ labor rates are costly. fortunately, I’ve got a buddy who is a car whiz and he’s teaching me how to do a lot of maintenance and repair work on my own.

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  5. on April 28, 2008 at 2:35 pm Peter

    I bet the bigger rip-off artists are in upper class neighborhoods. Rich yuppies who don’t know a thing about cars would throw money at the mechanic to fix the problem, chalking up the cost to normal “wear and tear”.

    Not necessarily. Affluent people are likely to have newer vehicles still under warranty. Working-class ‘hoods also are somewhat unlikely areas for the worst rip-offs, as people in those areas tend to know more about cars. It’s the middle class which is the prime target.

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  6. on April 28, 2008 at 2:43 pm suicide_blond

    i dont run into this trouble very often… im one of those rare blondes with lots of car sense…. and a “way with mechanics”…
    next time let me know…ill take it in for you…
    xoxo

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  7. on April 28, 2008 at 2:54 pm TSM

    Is this your mechanic – http://onedatatime.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/edwardjamesolmos.jpg ?

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  8. on April 28, 2008 at 3:02 pm Usually Lurking

    Also, remember to check this site when looking for a reliable mechanic: http://www.CarTalk.com/content/mechx/

    It is from the Car Talk brothers on NPR.

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  9. on April 28, 2008 at 3:27 pm na-ny boo-boo 69

    I have some great auto memories. My favorite cars in high school were those owned by my best friend. They were trashy cars that ran well. There was never any worries if we wanted to play demolition derby with shopping carts after hours or just fill it with trash from our numerous trips for fast food. We loved hearing the cans and trash roll around under the seats. Yes, kids, I am American White Trash and proud of it.

    Here’s the cure for auto repair nightmares. Move to a small town. Where I live, no one would DARE rip you off. The word would get out so fast, they would not have prayer. There are advantages and disadvantages of small town living.

    BTW, I’m moving soon, and it’s a bitch because this place is so, so, so fucking beautiful. But dating in a small town is a bitch. Everyone knows your business. There are guys I’ve never even spoken to, but know the size of their cocks. No secrets here! And no mysteries either.

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  10. on April 28, 2008 at 4:22 pm jusa

    And then there’s the oil change con-men. Ones who can’t change the oil, but then suggest 1000 services and problems with your car. When your bill is given to you, the suggested service/problem column never has what they told you.
    I got shafted on a flush once too. Wasn’t so much that it’s a standard rip-off, it was they didn’t even do that right, and it caused a costly cleanup(hint, when they say flush, they’re supposed to flush and drain before overflowing the fluids!).

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  11. on April 28, 2008 at 4:38 pm Widget

    I took my car to a dealership for some specified repairs one time, and the “discovery” was that I had an oil leak. Of course, I knew this and knew the magnitude of the problem, but was advised that if I did not pay for them to find (another indication that you’re about to lose some cash: they have to find the issue) and repair the oil leak, my engine would most likely burst into flames while driving.

    Anyone who had a car in college knows that engine fires don’t typically result from oil leaks. My car was basically on intravenous oil through college and it never exploded.

    When I complained to the manager, I was told that he understood my complaint and that the first guy I talked to used to work in the shop and so tended to over-emphasize the severity of problems. So, yeah. He admitted his shop was full of crooks.

    Fuckers.

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  12. on April 28, 2008 at 5:14 pm DF

    I believe these prole mechanics must be allowed the indulgence of fucking over the middle class customer because those of us in investment banking or law have the high net worth clients covered. Thank you very much. As for the poor. Well, they just fuck themselves, don’t they?

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  13. on April 28, 2008 at 7:05 pm Former Alpha

    My brother and I used to own a service garage. Ahhhh…the fond memories of the people coming to us after their dealership or other corporate experience. Here is how it works at dealerships and others. (I had a couple of ex dealership mechs working for me)
    Corporate calls down to the boss and says “These are your numbers. Meet or exceed them.” Boss to head of service department, “These are the numbers. Exceed them or I will have to re-evaluate your position.” Head of service to service writers “Beat this or your fired!” Service writer to mechanic “Find me some problems or I cut your hours.”
    Bottom line is find you an independent that you can trust and “ALWAYS” go to them. A good mechanic is like finding a good doctor, except doctors take insurance.

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  14. on April 28, 2008 at 7:10 pm The Transmission Mechanicsblog » Blog Archive » Quick scan of the net - transmission mechanic

    […] http://roissy.wordpress.com/2008/04/28/auto-mechanics-are-con-men/and “We recommend a transmission, brake, and coolant flush.” In fact, if he uses the word “flush” a red flag should immediately go up. Suckers Customers, especially fad-of-the-day yuppies who extol the virtues of regular coffee and … […]

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  15. on April 28, 2008 at 7:10 pm johnny five

    roissy
    must be conditioned to believe a car needs a “flush” every 500 miles because they anthropomorphize their cars, like they do their tiny eunuch dogs.

    this is beautiful writing.

    i only take showers when i need to wash off blood, so my anthromopomorphic car would be just fine.

    does your car have a name? if she doesn’t, she should.

    —

    sara
    There are guys I’ve never even spoken to, but know the size of their cocks. No secrets here! And no mysteries either.

    living in a nudist colony has its peculiarities, eh?

    if you really did live in one, you would have a much better excuse for your constant pontificating about how our bodies need a holistic flush every 500 miles.

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  16. on April 28, 2008 at 7:13 pm johnny five

    by the way, captain obvious sez:

    take the car to several different places. note which problems, if any, are diagnosed by all the mechanics; those are the only ones that need to be addressed.

    if perchance one of the mechanics mentions only that set of problems, then hey presto, you have yourself a new mechanic.

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  17. on April 28, 2008 at 7:33 pm na-ny boo-boo 69

    13 johnny five

    You remind me of my ex. He liked to go by Johnny too. Are you a Taurus? Pontificating? Love that word. We must be in alignment today, because I used that same word earlier today to describe my ex.

    So you don’t believe in detoxing the human body? That’s too bad, because God only knows what kind of hazardous waste, parasitical growths, and festering odorous material has taken residence there.

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  18. on April 28, 2008 at 7:58 pm Usually Lurking

    Are you a Taurus?

    I know for a fact that Johnny is an El Camino.

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  19. on April 28, 2008 at 8:01 pm roissy

    You remind me of my ex.

    it is so obvious you are still hung up on this guy and have not MOVED ON. how many years is this going on now? too bad the advice i normally give heartbroken men — go out and fuck ten other women — would not work for you.
    please seek therapy.

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  20. on April 28, 2008 at 8:24 pm na-ny boo-boo 69

    “please seek therapy.”

    ‘m sure someone of your unparalleled equanimity would know exactly what kind of therapy to seek. There are so many.

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  21. on April 28, 2008 at 8:42 pm johnny five

    I know for a fact that Johnny is an El Camino.

    nice pun, but i actually do drive an el camino. that’s creepy.

    germanely enough to today’s topic, i can fix the damn thing myself.

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  22. on April 28, 2008 at 9:00 pm Virgle Kent

    This is why I don’t go to the mechanic or Doctor you go in with one problem and come come out with another. You go in because you have a cold, by the time you leave you’ve got full blown AIDS…..

    wait what?

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  23. on April 28, 2008 at 9:01 pm anony boo boo

    17 Roissy

    You really do care? I love the way you capitalized MOVED ON! I can almost feel your frustration. It’s understandable. I’ve had therapy on this subject actually, but let’s change the subject shall we? My first car was a light blue VW bug. One good thing is it could be picked up and moved, thereby decreasing the odds of getting stuck in the snow.

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  24. on April 28, 2008 at 9:25 pm agnostic

    If his eyes are close together on his head and he has pock marks, there is a higher than average chance he is a con man.

    I’ve noticed the close-together eyes thing when looking at mugshots of dangerous criminals. Y’know, “Silver Spring’s most wanted” webpage or something.

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  25. on April 28, 2008 at 10:06 pm alias clio

    A strange appearance to the set of the eyes in a human face is a sign that the person may have suffered from fetal alcohol syndrome. The condition can affect both intelligence and impulse control, in addition to causing aberrations in the growth of the skull (depending on when the mother began drinking), and of course, a strong tendency to abuse alcohol.

    That’s probably one reason why you see such faces so often among dangerous criminals.

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  26. on April 28, 2008 at 10:31 pm John Smith

    This is a problem caused by too many mid IQ people going to college majoring in english or fine arts or remedial math. They have instead gone to trade school.

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  27. on April 29, 2008 at 12:11 am na-ny boo-boo 69

    Realtors are crooks too. My friend just clued me in on how to sell my own house. Even a daft person such as myself can figure it out now that MY BRAIN HAS LESS MERCURY in it. Just had to say that to be irritating, and because it’s true. Ignoramuses take note.

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  28. on April 29, 2008 at 1:24 am johnny five

    speaking of cars, i have the sneaking suspicion that roissy can’t drive stick shift, at least not without unacceptable numbers of rookie stall-outs. roissy?

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  29. on April 29, 2008 at 2:06 am Peter

    But dating in a small town is a bitch. Everyone knows your business. There are guys I’ve never even spoken to, but know the size of their cocks. No secrets here! And no mysteries either.

    If I lived in that town I’d probably know which women were “groomed” and which ones were in their glorious natural state.

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  30. on April 29, 2008 at 2:33 am Days of Broken Arrows

    It’s not that realtors are so much crooks, it’s that there is no point in having them. This is another job created so women can have something to do (like HR).

    You do not need a middleman to buy a house. Just as you don’t need a middleman to buy a car. But for some reason, this “profession” has become endemic to American culture. Years ago, you got a broker to help buy your house.

    Real estate agents are the biggest scam in history — and a total waste of money. Why should they get a percent of anything? Craig’s List will hopefully put these overly made-up shrews out of business for good.

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  31. on April 29, 2008 at 3:27 am Jewcano

    It also reduces your risk of attempted scamming if you don’t wear your frilly vest to the auto shop.

    ^^^^
    DOBA – my mother’s a realtor, you ass. You want a real estate agent. You don’t want to ever have to directly deal with the nutjobs trying to sell their sacred home.

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  32. on April 29, 2008 at 3:47 am Days of Broken Arrows

    Untrue. Nobody listen to Jewcano. I’ve bought property without real estate agents and saved a bundle. People can be weird but you just get a lawyer to handle the paperwork. I got off paying $500 for my lawyer friend instead of the thousands upon thousands to an “agent.”

    And what was the result? Since I got my place cheaper I was able to pay it off and not be a slave to the ignorate corporate phony American corporate culture.

    By talking about alleged “nutjobs” trying to sell their homes, Jewcano is engaging in typical bullshit American sales tactics. I bought two places with NO agent and looked at dozens and encountered NO nutjobs. I will say that the agents that tried to get involved were harrassing nutjobs. Their phony sales pitches and sicko pancake makeup made me queasy. Why do they need to wear THAT much makeup? Doesn’t makeup cause skin cancer. These women looked more like female impersonaters that actual women. There is something fundamentally wrong with a subculture (ie agents) in which women choose to look like circus clowns.

    We do not need to live in a world in which we pay and pay and pay, and borrow and borrow and borrow. This world has been thrust upon us by media types and advertisers and it’s a load of crap. We can look beyond that if we have brains.

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  33. on April 29, 2008 at 3:50 am Anonymous

    LOL and to think I was reading a blog aimed at “men.” Sorry your car is making a big scary noise, better ask daddy whats wrong, alpha male.

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  34. on April 29, 2008 at 5:41 am na-ny boo-boo 69

    32 DOBA

    I agree with you totally, and am very glad I haven’t actually listed my house yet. I faxed the pre-listing contract I signed with a discount realtor to my friend who has bought and sold many properties. She owns a business and reads contracts all day long. When I bought this house it was for sale by owner, and there were zero problems.

    http://www.forsalebyowner.com/free-ebook.html

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  35. on April 29, 2008 at 1:36 pm na-ny boo-boo 69

    29 Peter

    My former asst. is a shaver (ugh, I agree) and her ex-boyfriend (who is now my handyman) is a 12 incher; I’ve seen photos. The next door neighbor (who’s on his fourth wife and was having an affair with a shaver on the other side) is highly endowed. I’ve seen pictures of him INSIDE her.

    The local pest control specialist is apparently huge. He was having an affair with a very bit boned woman who told me because of her size, she could handle it. He called a number of times after his official business was finished here, and thanks to caller ID, I opted not to answer the phone.

    My father tells a story of the local pharmacist who took photos of the penises of a group of high school boys and showed them to the girls to see if they could match them up with their owners. Yes, American small town living at it’s best.

    If it makes you feel better, I am not a shaver and never will be. I trim and let it grow out to a glorious natural but not unkempt state. Do you seriously prefer a completely natural and even untrimmed bush?

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  36. on April 29, 2008 at 4:00 pm Peter

    If it makes you feel better, I am not a shaver and never will be. I trim and let it grow out to a glorious natural but not unkempt state. Do you seriously prefer a completely natural and even untrimmed bush?

    A bit of trimming is okay, indeed it’s pretty much necessary if a woman is going to wear a bathing suit. The key is maintaining the basic upside-down triangle appearance.

    What I cannot stand is the hideous pedophilic Bald Eagle look. The Landing Strip is almost as bad, though it’s more pathetic than hideous per se.

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  37. on April 29, 2008 at 6:22 pm na-ny boo-boo 69

    35 Peter,

    Opinionated much? Yeah, me too. If you’re not married you have every right (and responsibility) to question a woman straightaway about her pubic grooming habits. Perhaps roissy can suggest a personal pickup opener. One should always follow one’s higher guidance in these matters. I mean, let’s face it, a woman who must shave her pubic region has issues…big issues, like I need to tell you.

    Case in point:

    http://www.slate.com/id/2187383/

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  38. on October 14, 2008 at 4:22 pm elChief

    1. fax three mechanics asking for a quote for an inspection only. let them know that they will not being doing any repairs (cuz you’re sellling the car or some other lie)

    2. get it inspected. remind them that you will not pay for any repairs.

    3. fax three other mechanics with the inspection report, and get quotes for repairs.

    4. take car to best quote company, and get it fixed. tell them you will only pay for items on the inspection report

    if they make you pay to get your car back, pay with visa, then call visa and try to get your charge reversed.

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