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I hate stereo shops. This place has been around for as long as I've been in Tampa (25+ years) and they sell hi-end equipment so I figured I'd go to them. Every "professional installer" wore more jewelry than most the ho's I've tapped. (appologies to my friends that wear that crap). I built my own bracket and mounted the amp because I didn't want those bozos to drill any new holes. After the puke ground the gears in reverse I pulled the wheel off myself (so they could route wires to the battery). I stood there quietly watching so I could answer any questions like - where the battery is in the first place. Then the manager told me I couldn't stay in the shop for insurance reasons. Bullshit. My car is on a jack without a jackstand and no blocks and he thinks he knows something about the insurance policies. All they had to do was build a connector to go from the stock wires to the new amp. I stood in the window watching for three hours straight making them nervous as hell.
They won't get my business again. Assholes. If they didn't want me next to my car they should have had a babe giving hummers in the waiting room. Shitheads.
Next is the receiver. ugh.
They won't get my business again. Assholes. If they didn't want me next to my car they should have had a babe giving hummers in the waiting room. Shitheads.
Next is the receiver. ugh.