King Arnold's throne room.....
Must be California.
Such a wondrous state of affairs to be existing in a state where the term "smog check" results in bafflement by the locals since such affairs are not requires here in the cultural backwater. Heck, the locals offer vacant stares of obliviousness about pert' near any term other then "Big Red," resulting in the local yokels dropping to their knees in a worshipping position to devout themselves to the one thing near and dear to their hearts and empty heads.
But, I digest. Uhhhh... regress.
During my multiple decades in California there was always at least one shop that was rather "lenient" regarding the smog check. We had one just down the block from the wrecking yard. Many locals knew that a $10 or $20 tip to the worker led to passing the test.... unless the vehicle was obviously non-conforming, such as smoke pouring out the tail pipe, etc.
Ask around, your area likely has such a firm.
Ask at a wrecking yard or a repair shop in the seedier part of town with mechanics that have trouble with English and/or plenty of missing teeth and/or lots of tattos and/or an obvious lack of personal hygiene. You know.... people from my socio-economic class. The dregs. The scary people.
Don't come right out and ask for the slack facility. Instead, just ask, with a smile, where they would go to ensure they pass the smog test.
Upon arrival, tell the blokes that "such-and-such" sent you.... either the firm's name where you got the advice or the chap's name. It can make a difference.
Give that a try. It worked for us over yonder on the rough side of town.
Happy motoring!!!!
