This place reminds me of all the basement and garage shops where things like this used to be done in 1960's rural northern Minnesota when I was growing up. All the little towns were full of crusty old guys eating lunch in places piled high with God knows what it all was. Yeah, it's hard to trust that old way when we are so accustomed to customer service reps in matching polo shirts having a record of your every transaction available in a hand-held unit. I should take a flyer on the guy.
Better yet, head down there and do a photo essay on him and his shop. I'd bet it'd be a real neat story for APUG.
In life you only get one great dog, one great car, and one great woman. Pet the dog. Drive the car. Make love to the woman. Don't mix them up.