Yeah, I remember changing my breaks at the Auto Hobby Shop in Orlando on my first car. I paid them 5 bucks, and they spun my rotors right there in front of me. They had a bunch of crusty old timers working there, and every time I'd get stuck, they'd come over and tell me what to do next.
Charleston also has an auto hobby shop, but it's not quite the same. Not as many stalls, or as much equipment.. It's also a little more regulated, it seems.
On a different note, I remember on my last tour at Goose Creek, I'd head down to the Best Buy or ckt city in North Charleston to pick something up. As I was leaving, I'd invariably see a grop of kids in their white hats, waiting with their purchases for a cab to gouge them for a ride back to base. If I was in the mini van, I'd show them the ID, and offer them a ride back, since I lived in navy housing, and that was very close to the barraks drop off. I never had a group of young sailors turn down a free ride. There were, however, forces at the command who frowned on this behavior, saying it was fraternization. I always thought that was too bad, that we were so afraid of fraternization that we weren't supposed to help save these young sailors a few bucks, and the who-knows-how-long wait on a cab.
Bill
