Love your Mechanic

Years ago, when I drove a beat-up old Volkswagen Beetle, I made friends with a car mechanic who repeatedly saved my butt. He only does foreign cars, he likes young women, and he talks your ear off about the most esoteric subjects. He’s highly educated and won’t work for The Man, so became a small businessperson.
Now he’s working on my car again, thank Goddess. He’ll never overcharge me, he suggests junkyard parts if they will work, and once he bolted my car together with spit. He also had a very bad car accident when he was young, so safety is his prime concern. (He keeps wanting me to get a Volvo.)
For a woman who doesn’t know about cars, a mechanic like this is beyond valuable. I’m trying to indenture one of my kids to him, but no deal so far…