I have an association between computers and urbanity. I live in the country, and computers come from the city. If I need my computer fixed, I go to a city. If I want to buy a computer, I go to the city. So when my brand-new Mac mini abruptly ceased to function on Tuesday morning, I was a bit alarmed to hear from Apple that I’d need to take it to the closest authorized repair shop…in Rappahannock County.
Never, to my knowledge, had I been to Rappahannock County. There’s some fancy restaurant up in Washington that I understand I’m supposed to eat at sometime if I get rich. I know Sperryville is in Rappahannock and that it’s a good hour’s drive away, but I don’t know why I’d go there or what, even, one might do there. So my first reaction was to say “no, I will not drive clear through Greene and Madison to Rappahannock to go to some sketchy repair shop in the middle of nowhere in Woodville, whatever that is.”
Ninety minutes later I pulled up in front of BlueRidgeMac. It’s housed in about the unlikeliest building you could think of for a computer repair shop, a large old house right on the main drag, such as it is. If there is any other business in Woodville, I didn’t see it. In fact, if there’s anything else at all in Woodville, I didn’t see it.
Spezzle, the mini, remained there for a few days. Come to find out that a) Intel Macs like their RAM paired, so combining a 1GB stick with a 256MB stick is not so smart and b) sticking Power PC in an Intel machine is not so good. A? Totally my fault. B? Small Dog‘s. I got the call on Friday that Spezzle was all set. I eagerly set off for Rappahannock again, not sure whether it was the lovely drive or getting my computer back that I was looking forward to. BlueRidgeMac had my mini waiting for me, with a new logic board, 2GB in (paired) RAM, and they’d even taken care of getting the improper RAM back to Small Dog. The three women there (twice my age and with at least twice my geek fu) explained to me the problems with my system, and what they’d done to take care of it, and I set off for home, by way of Graves Mountain Lodge, happy to have an excuse to leave the house on such an unseasonably warm day.
So if you’re within an hour’s drive of Woodville, and your Mac needs a little TLC (or if you straight-up need a Mac; and you do), head over to BlueRidgeMac. They’re nice folks, and it’s a fine trip. Computers might be a product of the city, but to get the best Apples, it seems you’ve got to head out to the country.