1 /5 Mark Wallace: ⭐ One Star: Rays Commercial Main St. Auto – Where the Cats Outnumber the Ethics (and the Prices are Criminal)
Let me tell you, stepping into Rays Commercial Main St. Auto in St. Augustine was an experience. My first clue should have been the cat food adorning the entrance – a preview of the feral pricing practices within. Walk through the door and youre greeted not by a friendly mechanic, but by a feline monarch perched regally on the counter, surveying its domain. Frankly, I think the cat was the most competent being there.
Then, your eyes drift left, and thats when the "mechanic shop" facade truly crumbles. Fox News blaring, a giant Trump flag dominating the wall... it was a glaring red flag waving in my face, and I, foolishly, ignored it. I should have turned tail right then and there, because what followed was less a repair service and more a highway robbery with a wrench.
The markup on parts? Youd think they were custom-forged from solid gold at the bottom of the Mariana Trench and flown in via private jet. A Duralast turn signal switch for $15.99? They charged me a cool $300 for it. A rear taillight at $161? And the labor for that single taillight? A mind-boggling $500. Seriously, did they dismantle the entire vehicle to swap a bulb? The fuel pump at $346 seemed almost reasonable until the $525 labor charge punched me in the gut.
And lets not forget the "quality" of their work. They zip-tied wiring under the frame, a hack job that, predictably, worked itself loose and came apart within a mere two months. Their guarantee? Non-existent. Everything they touched lasted about as long as a New Years resolution. Its clear they have no faith in their own shoddy repairs, and neither should you.
The invoice itself is a work of abstract art – jumbled, impenetrable, and utterly impossible to reconcile. Its almost as if they designed it to obscure the egregious overcharges, hoping youd give up trying to decipher their cryptic mathematics.
To summarize, if youre looking for a mechanic shop where "customer service" means a cat on the counter, the news is aggressively partisan, the prices are so inflated they belong in an airport gift shop, and their repairs fall apart faster than a house of cards, then Rays Commercial Main St. Auto is your spot. For the rest of us, its a sad, comical testament to what happens when
"Trump Humpers" are given an invoice pad and a calculator. Save your money, your sanity, and your dignity – go literally anywhere else.