The other day while up on the Hamilton Mountain I stopped for a quick oil change – the shop of choice was Concession Garage. Now for most people, hanging out in the garage sitting-room entails thumbing through a magazine or two to pass the time. For guys like me however, there are bigger fish to fry; even when I am not picking, I’m still picking. No matter where I am or what I am doing, my mind can’t help but take on that rat-like persona with an instinct for sniffing out the shiny stuff. As I looked around the room I couldn’t help but notice a perfect example of that shiny stuff sitting right there on the floor only inches from my feet… a beautiful, unique doorstop that was just calling my name… (read on to find out how things unfolded as I managed to pick my way through the entire garage).
Free Pick with my oil change
