This is why I have always hated buying cars. I always feel like a sucker. Luckily, I have a father who LOVES it. He thinks of it like a sport, so I always take him along and try to pick up tricks from what he says/does. I have learned a lot. He is also a chemical engineer who eventually went back for an MBA and worked in business for years prior to retiring, so he knows the best of both worlds.
One thing that every man needs is a good mechanic. He may not be the best mechanic in the world, but if you know him and you are nice to him, he will save your ass many times over. There is a gas/service station in my hometown where we used to always try to buy beer when we were in HS. One of the guys who worked there wasn't much older than us and always told us to GTFO (but in a nice way). One night he told us that before he was 21, he used to go down to XXXX to buy beer. A subtle way of directing us to a place that might sell us beer. Sure enough, it worked.
So fast forward 12 years and my wife and I move back to our home town with two kids. We buy a house in the neighborhood where we grew up and I take my Honda Pilot over to this gas station for an oil change. Guy who used to work the cashier is a mechanic and we start talking. It was his dad's place and he basically grew up under the hood of a car. He bought it from his dad and runs it now. Owner and head mechanic. He spruced it up a lot; a high-end place in a nice part of town. It has one of those Starbucks coffee machines where it grinds the beans for each cup, plus it has real Starbucks cups with sleeves and lids so it feels like the real deal (even has sugar in the raw).
Anyway, I do all of my out-of-warranty work with him and I trust him. If I have an issue with anything, I take it to him first, even when it is under warranty. As a joke, I always take him a nice six-pack of beer and some Christmas cookies around the holidays. He is a good guy and he watches my back.
The other day I was walking to lunch and I saw him smoking a cigarette near a telephone pole. he looked upset so I asked him what was wrong. The guy is lonely and needs a buddy. I can do that for him, you know? So we hang out on occasion and grab a drink, see a movie or take a steam bath at the YMCA. We've gotten a lot closer over the years and I no longer consider him my mechanic; I consider him my friend.
Having a mechanic turn into a good friend is a very strange thing. I am not sure I can properly articulate what it feels like, but it is almost like falling in love all over again. My mechanic needed a place to stay and I asked him to move in with my family. At first my wife was a little concerned but she knows the importance of a good mechanic, especially when he can help around the house in other handy ways. He's been living with us for four years now and life is great. The kids love him, he helps around the house and I get fewer calls from my wife demanding that I get home to take care of this or that or the other...
You can never underestimate the importance of a good mechanic. Every man needs a good mechanic.