Auto Repair in Carmel-by-the-Sea, CA

“I had some car trouble while passing through Carmel on my way to Big Sur. It really could've been a huge problem, derailing weeks of planned travel, but Javier Auto Service got me in even though they were slammed, and went out of the way to fix the problem. Really nice guys who seem to care about their customers, and excellent mechanics from what I can tell (Jose diagnosed the issue within about ten minutes!)”

“I wholeheartedly recommend Carmel Valley Auto Services for their exceptional assistance with my Tesla Model S tire repair. Their remarkable level of helpfulness, respect, and efficiency left a lasting impression. I greatly appreciated their prompt service, ensuring I was back on the road in less than 20 minutes. Moreover, the reasonable cost of $30 for the service was truly surprising and an absolute value for the quality of work provided. Carmel Valley Auto Services' professionalism and attentiveness truly made for an outstanding customer experience.Service: Tires”

“Made a same day appointment for a smog check required to renew my registration. All the staff was polite, and there is a little seating area to the side where I waited while the smog test was run. The owner of the station even offered me water while I waited. This location is independently owned. Great local business.”

“More than a smog station. Full-service mechanics. The good folks here were courteous, quick, and the work was reasonably priced. My only negative comment was there were a few other things I would likely have been pleased, and paid for, to be repaired -- but no one mentioned. Figured they were busy, and was simply grateful to get in and out as quick as I did!”

“One does not simply explain the greatness of this epic fountain of fossil fuel. This is the Chuck Norris of gas stations. It's so esoteric and heavenly that I immediately removed my shoes because I knew I was on holy ground. I also removed my shirt and drizzled some gasoline on my treasure trail because I felt completely accepted by every customer nonchalantly filling their vehicles to the brim with liquid dinosaur bones. When the fumes of la goddess de gasolina invaded the permeable membrane and cilia of my nostrils, my existential mental trip began its decent into madness. I tore open the passenger side door of my gold Honda Civic, grabbed the first sharpie maker I could find, and began boldly enscribing the words "NEVER FORGET DECEMBER 27 2007," on the side of the gasoline pump kiosk. It was a Saturday in '07 when a gas pump broke and bled it's clear poisons all over my ex girlfriend. Next, I remember an elderly woman standing over top of me as I lay prostrate on the cold gray concrete speckled with black flattened spots of masticated chewing gum. She was fanning my forehead with her veiny translucent hand and in the other hand, offering me her half-drank Vitamin Water. Anyway, yeah this place is great. Loved the customer service.”