For years I've had my car smogged at the Quality Lube on North Mathilda because it was close and I figured
that pretty much all smog places must be the same.
Right?
Scanning Yelp (which has lately been a mother-lode for locating superior local finds) I learned that a shop called SV Smog was only five blocks away and had a coupon deal for $56.
A great price, to be sure. What I was unprepared for, however, was the experience:
The shop is hidden. An unassuming section of a completely unremarkable auto-repair shop. I've seen it a million times... yet never seen it.
The shop is two simple bays and a front waiting area. There is no wall adornment of any kind, save a handful of mandatory state notices and a tiny magazine rack. The physical space spartan. Immaculate.
Sublime.
Within seconds, I am greeted by the rinphoche technician, Sukh, and offered a cold drink.
My questions are answered effortlessly. Politely.
Yes, sir. No, sir.
Suhk exits and begins the test. I sip my bottled water. The fan in the corner oscillates silently with a cool breeze. I meditate on the liklihood of the car passing the test. I decide that it will.
Time passes.
Suhk returns with a neat package of paperwork. The car, too, has passed.
I am relieved and at peace.
What is the sound of one car passing?
