I-Auto

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to I-Auto and noticed an eerie humming sound coming from inside the garage. Curious but cautious, he peered through the window and saw something odd—a neon sign flickering with an unfamiliar glow. As he approached closer, the neon sign spelled out ‘Open,’ but in a language he’d never seen before. With a shrug, he entered—and found himself in a room filled with vintage cars, each one tuned to perfection. A friendly voice behind the counter asked, 'Welcome to I-Auto, where every vehicle tells its own story.' The delivery driver left smiling, realizing that sometimes strange places hold unexpected treasures.

2. Early in the morning, when most people were dreaming of their first cup of coffee, a delivery driver pulled up to I-Auto. The garage door slowly opened, revealing not just cars but rows upon rows of old clocks—each ticking in perfect harmony. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the delivery driver found his package hidden behind a vintage clock. As he was leaving, a neighbor walked by and asked curiously, ‘What took you so long?’ Smiling sheepishly, the driver replied, ‘Looking for my box of donuts among all these timepieces.’

3. At dawn, when city streets were quiet, a delivery driver pulled into I-Auto. ‘Finally,’ he muttered, ‘the place that never closes.’ The garage door slowly opened, revealing rows of gleaming cars and a sleepy mechanic. 'Morning,' said the driver, handing over a box. The mechanic yawned and nodded, his eyes barely open. A minute later, a sleek sports car emerged from the workshop, its engine purring like a content cat. As the sun rose higher, neighbors began their morning routines, none suspecting they’d just witnessed another surreptitious visit to I-Auto.

4. At midnight, when even cars seemed to sleep, a delivery driver pulled into I-Auto. The neon sign flickered ominously as he approached the counter. ‘Need some parts,’ said the delivery driver, grinning sheepishly. The owner nodded knowingly and whispered, ‘Of course you do.’ As the man left with his booty, an old mechanic in the corner chuckled, ‘Another regular.’