I once had a 1977 Chrysler Cordoba that needed an inspection. This is New York State and the first thing they do is scrape the inspection sticker off the windshield. THEN they put it on the lift. Right away they came back to the waiting room and informed me that I had a sticking front brake caliper that needed to be replaced and I should replace the pads while they were in there. First of all, that caliper or the other one for that matter never stuck, chattered, or had any problems, and I replaced the pads 2000 miles before I took the car to them. Upon hearing this garbage, I sat in the waiting room until the desk jockey left, grabbed my keys off the hook, andwent to my car which was now parked outside because I rejected their diagnosis, and drove home. All of this was after a 3 hour wait on a Saturday to be rescheduled to the next day, Sunday, and waited 2 more hours then. They will never lay another hand on anything I own, ever!