Regular maintenance extends a vehicle's lifespan, allowing it to see its litter of Mini Coopers grow into Coopers and bear it Grandcoopers. Postpone retirement with this Groupon.
Choose Between Two Options
$20 for a 1.5-hour auto-maintenance package (a $104.95 total value)
- Basic oil change (a $39.95 value)
- Tire rotation (a $30 value)
- 27-point inspection (a $35 value)
$50 for three of the above auto-maintenance packages (a $314.85 total value)
The snowflakes came down in clumps the size of mittens, reducing our visibility to about six inches in front of the beams of the headlights. We had been riding on a wave of adrenalin after our performance at the jazz club tonight, but now the two of us were wondering if we’d get back to the motel alive.
Frankie—the upright-bass man—was behind the wheel, and I’d seen him look less nervous driving across a frozen lake on a warm day.
Finally, the impending disaster we had been waiting for rushed up to greet us, although it was something neither of us expected. The gauges went dead and red lights blinked from the instrument panel accompanied by a ringing noise, absolutely impossible to riff off. Frankie had to use all of his muscle to keep us from careening off the road into a ditch.
“What happened?” I asked from the passenger seat.
“We overheated,” he said.
“In the middle of winter?”
“I think it’s the radiator. Take a whiff of that sweet, sappy scent. I’m pretty sure we’re leaking antifreeze.”
“So now what do we do? Freeze to death?”
“That or build a bonfire with the instruments.” There was a collective shudder at the thought.
Just then there came a tapping at our window. I started, thinking it could only be the abominable snowman, but when I finally worked up the nerve to look, I saw the complete opposite of a tall, hairy beast; it was a petite, pale-skinned woman dressed in nothing but a thin white dress.
I quickly jumped out of the car with Frankie following shortly behind.
“Lady, get in. You’re going to freeze to death.”
“Pop the hood” was all she said. Frankie reached back inside the car and released the lever, and the woman instantly had the lid up above our heads like a metal umbrella.
With a silent, distant gaze she was reading our engine compartment like it was a giant book. The woman in white then reached her dainty hand into a dark recess of the motor.
“There, try that,” she said.
Frankie got back into the car and with a turn of the key, the engine roared to life. I stared at the spinning fan for a moment in disbelief, and then looked up to thank our surprise rescuer. She had completely vanished as if consumed by the falling snow.
Frankie poked his head out from the driver’s side. “Hey, does she need a lift?”
I didn’t answer him, but I ran frantically down the side of the road looking for the lady in white. How could I let her freeze to death after she had just saved us from the cold? The flakes kept falling and I kept running until I noticed a row of tall metallic spires outlined by the white drifts. It appeared to be a wrought-iron fence. As I drew closer, I could make out shapes on the other side. Some were tall, some short, some square, some round. Statues of angels stood all around them, and I finally realized what I hadn’t noticed while we were driving.
We had been parked next to a graveyard. Farther down the road, the sign for Ital Motors cast an eerie glow, and we knew, somehow, that we were in safe hands.
Ital Motors' knowledgeable mechanics keep auto horses racing by repairing and maintaining customers' vehicles. Their 27-point inspection services spot potential issues in a number of interior and exterior areas, from worn wiper blades that could cause loss of vision during rainstorms to loose bearings that can make it hard to make perfect figure eights during holiday parades. Other maintenance services include oil changes and tire services.