I decided yesterday to finally break down and get a muffler for my truck. I love the performance of a straight pipe but it ain't worth the grief and I've just been waiting for the local police to give me shit.

On the way to check out the only muffler installation option in town, a State Trooper pulled me over on the main drag for being loud as hell. I started laughing as I handed over my stuff, and swore I was on my way to a muffler shop! I get it!

Anyway, no ticket and when I arrived at ProLube, the same guys that change my oil and the only option for a muffler install in this town, I was shocked at their quote of $200. Come on man, you've been my oil guys for going on four years here, and that's the best you can do?

Then I went to my parts guys and they recommended a little shop down in Iron City. I called and made an appointment for 10am this morning. They quoted me $70 sight unseen and neighbor Daniel said he knew and trusted the guy, just bring cash.

When I showed up and went inside to the funkiest little shop I've ever seen they slid behind the wheel of my truck and drove it round back. I spent the next half hour shooting the shit with some locals hunkered around a pot bellied stove who had no reason to be there other than they wanted to be. I'm talking down home real country boys.

I saw my truck pull up out front, gave Greg $65 cash and drove off. I didn't even look at the job till I got home. What an amazing way to do business!

The work was great by the way and she's purring like a kitten...

Update: It just occured to me that he cut five bucks because I dropped Daniel's name...