Mechanics

So the last time I was in a Chicago Chevrolet dealership was well, never. I have only owned one car my entire life, and that I only bought because I needed to move half way across the country. So I bought a car (yes, it's a Chevy), packed up all my stuff and moved one thousand miles away from all my family and friends. Ok, really, my brother was living close to where I moved, but it's not like I was going to live with him or anything. I didn't really see him all that much in the beginning when I first moved out here anyway. No, I just moved because I felt like I should.
I found a job and it was good. Then I found a boy and things were better. Then the boy and I got married and life is wonderful. One of the things that is great about this boy is that he know mechanics. His dad is the head mechanic for the city where we used to live (we moved after we got married). And now? I let him make all our car decisions. When the car needs an oil change? He takes care of it. When the brakes need to be worked on? He takes care of it. When the stupid check engine light comes on? He's got it covered.
So the point of this story is that if you don't have a mechanic for a husband, you should find a Chevrolet dealership in Chicago. That's all.