July 2020 by Truett Smith
I had to drive from San Angelo to Hobbs for business. On the way back, it was 104 degrees at 2:30 p.m. on a Friday. Before I got to Seminole, my air conditioner went out. We were prepared to suffer the 180 miles to San Angelo, but decided to stop at the first auto repair place we saw. We got to Seminole about 3:00 p.m., saw Certified Auto, and pulled in. The shop was very clean and well maintained. He took a look and told me the A/C compressor was bad. And even worse, that if we tried to make it to San Angelo, the compressor pulley would seize up, ruin the belt, and we would be stranded on the road. I asked what the chances were he could get a compressor and put it in on a Friday late afternoon. He checked, found one, and said he could put it in. We sat in his office and chatted, and at 5:00 p.m. the mechanic said it was done and we were good to go. So, he saved us, and on top of that charged a very fair price. He could have charged anything and I would have paid it, but as he said, he delivers a good service at a fair price, and boy did he. It could not have worked out any better thanks to the owner of the repair shop, whose name we never got.
