Sometimes mechanics can be a little scary; they use words like "crankshaft" and wield wrenches with ease. I'm uncomfortable with the idea of coveralls as couture and the use of grease as an accessory/cosmetic. Although I am descended from a long line of tinkerers, contractors, and mechanics, I am terrifically without talent in the mechanical arts. I don't care how an internal combustion engine works, just as long as it propels my car, and um, please don't get my Hello Kitty seat cover too dirty, thanks. So I'm really excited that I found a mechanic (tires, mostly, but they do brakes and other stuff) that I can trust and return to. Top Five Reasons Why I Love Tires Unlimited5. They have Dr. Pepper in their waiting room. Mmmm, my favourite. Why does it taste so good when it comes out of those icy cold cans ? They also have uncomfortable chairs, some old toys that look as though they've never seen a sanitizing solution, and a janky TV/VCR unit and a few decaying VHS tapes. If you need to be here for a while, grab a pop and start flipping though the channels. 4. Speed of service.Chances are, you won't need to be in that room for very long. I live down the street, so I don't have much of a problem walking home (or around the corner to Taqueria Los Pericos) if I have to leave my car for a while. That's only happened once, when I had them do some break repair. They've rotated my tires in about an hour, replaced a tire in a half hour, and done a few other things in incredibly great time. Maybe they drink a lot of coffee.3. It's affordable. First off, their rates are affordable, and for the quality of service they do, a total steal. Sometimes I take my Blazer in for one issue, and they let me know about another issue I've overlooked. They give me a call and offer to fix it (and let me know how necessary/unnecessary it is-I like that), and when I give them the go-ahead they say my favourite word: DISCOUNT. Yessssss. If they're gonna tell me that my whatsit-whoosajig is broken when all I wanted them to do was put on new brake pads, they damn well better not charge me up the ass for it. I really dig that.2. They give me what I want, not what I "need". I drive a compact SUV (oxymoron duly noted) and this makes tires hard to find. Some places have suggested I get the super-tough, bigass tires made for the SUV's the size of a small estate. I don't need those. I also don't need the tires that your grandma's Camry has. They do a good job NOT upselling me, keeping it in the small truck/SUV range AND don't give me crap about wanting the cheapest ones. I recently had them replace a tire that got a screw in it. My dad splurged and bought my last set of tires, so the same model was a little more than I wanted to spend. I let them know I really didn't care about having my tires match (that's like cleaning the bottom of your shoes, who does that ?), and to just give me the cheap ones. Now. 1. They are so nice. They send me thank you cards. Now, I know they do this because I occasionally shell out big bucks to have them rotate my tires and build me brand new brakes and replace axles that have been seriously damaged by leaking brake fluid. They like me because I give them money, and they want me to come back. I don't care. They send me thank you cards, and recognise me as the girl with the crazy father (don't ask). They are very easy to deal with, and they don't look like they rifle through my coin tray to steal all my new state quarters. I think I'll keep them.