The Coila Garage transcends time. It sits, unchanged and quietly, outside of a small town in upstate New York. It is not of this time, but of another time. It evokes simplicity and clarity.  There are all kinds of machines inside and outside. I have not been inside of the Coila Garage, I see it is open and there is a light on inside. I don’t really want to go in. I want to imagine the inside, a time when a man in overalls and greasy hands took your car or lawn mower or truck and fixed it, quickly and honestly. A time before insurance companies set fees and online sites posted reviews and warnings. The Coila garage does not need customer reviews. It is, in and of itself, a review. It gets five stars from me. I think if I go through that door, I may just be swallowed up inside, transported to a place of dreams and memory.