In SoCal, driving is like an Olympic event mixed with skydiving, getting robbed at gunpoint, and telling your girlfriend or wife she needs to lose weight. To help survive all of that, and to keep every mentally ill driver out there from hitting my precious Toyota, I decided to invest in a brighter, more noticeable, and more annoying-to-look-at third brake light from AlphaRex.
Ordering from Andy was easy as hell. He even called me about the order, which I don’t see many shops doing anymore. That kind of actual human touch matters, and it beats the hell out of the usual human explanation product description nonsense any day.
