the best little trany shop...

while me and cindy are gabbing, the mechanics check out the car and determine it's the master cylinder; or the slave cylinder; or both. they won't know until they get in there and take it apart. figured i'd walk around downtown while they do that. got their business card so i could call them later. then went off wandering. mailed some postcards, went to the library, and got a good cheap sandwich at the boardwalk deli. finally looked at the business card while eating my sandwich. "the best little trany shop..." started chuckling. try doing a google search for trany shops. you'll find some interesting things.