A rattle on South Olden is not always a death sentence. It can be a heat shield, a loose splash guard, or a pad that is finally talking. We would rather you bring the car in than guess on the shoulder of 295.
On 3 August 2026 we logged a right-hand drive crate that had sat sealed since the dock. The owner thought the car was dead. It needed a battery, a fuel prime, and a bay that was empty of last week's rotors. That is the same pause a London mover faces when a lockup has to be emptied before the next tenant.
If the light is on, if the pedal feels long, or if the cabin smells hot, stop by. We will tell you if it is a Saturday scare or a real stay-off-the-road job.
