Used Cars near Wise, VA

“Locals. Friendly. Honest.
I suppose possibly I could be upset that when the time I was told the car would be ready it was not, but the owner apologized for the 20-minute delay and handed me $20 and suggested I hang out at McDonald's which is in their parking lot for just a moment. I accepted $5 and ate breakfast. I appreciate that the owner took the time to make sure the car was immaculate at the time of pickup. That was 3 months ago, and all's well that started, ended, and continues to go well.
If you get the chance... I dealt personally with the owner.
P.S. I noticed the car had a slight issue with the breaks one week after the deal was done and Norm had it taken care of next day!”

“Great Customer Service! Very well maintained vehicles!! By far the best service I’ve had dealing with purchasing a vehicle!! 210% recommend this place if looking to purchase a vehicle! Very fast and and easy getting paperwork and everything done! My vehicle is still going just as great as I the day I bought it!”

“I started walking around here to look at their cars and found myself surrounded by a maze of wheeled automobiles. The man who took me here had 1 glass eye and a peg leg and led me through the cars to find my perfect match. I finally saw a Honda Civic that I saw my future in and I turned to tell the clerk but he was nowhere to be found. I began to search tirelessly through the maze and kept finding myself at the same Honda civic, no matter where I turned. I tried left, right, forward, and back, and I couldn’t find him. I missed him. He was all I could think about wandering through the stacks of cars that seemed to get higher as I walked. The concrete beneath my feet began to stick to my Doc Martens, and I seemed to sink lower. I was in a place I couldn’t recognize anymore, the colors that had once represented cars before became shapeless colors and lines, blending seamlessly into the sticky cement beneath my feet. I thought about calling out to the salesman but I realized I never got his name. I had asked once before but he met my question with a sharp glance. As I thought more about him and continued walking amid the scrambled colors, I realized my memory of him began to fade. In my mind he could have been an old woman or a common street toad. I reached my hand out onto the colors and tripped a little when my reach was met by no solid mass. I stumbled quickly upon this realization and let out a belt, only I couldn’t hear the sound of my voice, I felt it reverberate within my mouth but was met by a resounding silence. I had to get back. My heart rate increased as I began to feel the air thinning. My jaunt back turned quickly into a run, looking back the colors and shapes that had once been cars, I felt I saw something. Through the colors I began to see an older man. One with a peg leg and a glass eye. Had I seen him before? My pace quickened. He was on my tail. I almost couldn’t breathe as I tried to find my way back to where I once was. I could hardly remember where I had been before, but the urge of getting back there drove me to a speed I hadn’t yet reached. I looked back again and I could not see the man. I looked forward again and hit the most beautiful Honda Civic I had ever seen. I had enough time to take in the beauty of it, but not enough time to stop my head from crashing through the window. My head reeling from the substantial hit, I fell to the ground. I looked up to see an older man with what seemed like a glass eye and a peg leg on his left knee. “You break, you buy” he said. The car broke down three days later.”