Auto Service in Pleasant Hill

The two-wheeler experts of Iron Steed Harley-Davidson teamed up with the venerated manufacturer in 1976, and now house new and preowned hogs in a 30,000-square-foot facility with easy access to the Pacific coast, Napa Valley, and the Sierras. Riders aged 21 or older secure luggage and teddy-bear compadres in onsite storage, before setting out atop late-model rental steeds such as Fat Boy, Heritage, and Road King cruisers or Electra Glide Classic, Road Glide Custom, or Street Glide touring bikes.

Rider's Edge New Rider courses prepare beginning bikers with 25 hours of guidance from instructors certified by Harley-Davidson and the Motorcycle Safety Foundation, exempting riders from the driving portion of the motorcycle-license test. Chopper pilots learn braking and turning basics, skid control, and obstacle avoidance as they cruise around Iron Steed's custom practice range on Buell Blast motorcycles. An onsite service center restores wounded rides with factory-authorized repairs and one-day routine maintenance. Parts and clothing departments allow Harley enthusiasts to customize bikes without having to lick them.

Audio House of Napa CA's fully insured, MECP-certified installers carefully wire vehicles with an assortment of auto-enhancing devices and accessories. Remote-start systems let owners rouse slumbering motors at a distance, and car alarms from such top manufacturers as Viper and Auto Page unleash a barrage of honks, beeps, and freight-train noises to alert drivers of would-be thieves. In-dash GPS systems put hassle-free navigation at drivers' fingertips, and device-integration services couple mp3 players and cell phones with existing audio infrastructure. For an entertainment upgrade, the crew can install mobile video accessories and add tinted windows to shield cars from passing bikers trying to sneak a peek of the in-cabin movie.

Thanks to a tiny tear in the space-time continuum, we are able to glimpse the future of Golden State Car Wash as a robot-polishing station and Dippin’ Dots parlor.

B-402 could feel his circuits overloading. His mother blamed his delicate constitution, but his laser scanner begged to differ—the problem was dust, not a dearth of chrome-plated nerve endings. Since his last trip to Golden Galaxy Exo-Shine, he’d exploded two asteroids and house-trained his pet Roomba. Then there was a trip to Saturn’s moons, where volcanoes spew confetti every 7.6 seconds. Yes, a polish was in order. He set his jets to turbo and headed south, past the grove of neon palms and the black hole that ate the Hollywood sign. Sometimes, the beauty of it all seemed too much to bear.

Eons ago, in the early 21st century, Golden Galaxy was known as Golden State Car Wash. Here, covalent bonds of hydrogen and oxygen bombarded vans, sedans, and history’s first car-and-creature crossbreed: the Model T. rex. Back then, machines cleansed the exteriors, and human helpers rooted debris from the seats and floor mats. But over time, motor-buggies gave way to jet packs, and Golden State Car Wash started catering to other standard features of cyborg anatomy. As B-402 stepped into the polishing pod, he fancied it a time machine. When he exited, shiny and fresh, he could grow oranges, sunbathe by an ocean, or become a star in an ancient film instead of Orion’s garish bodybuilding belt.