Irving's Motors

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, as customers were lining up for coffee and donuts, an old sign above the counter suddenly lit up with a single message: ‘Today’s special—your next car will be perfect.’ Ever since then, Irving’s Motors has had a strange reputation. A delivery driver named Alex walked in one day, complaining about his old clunker. The sign glowed, ‘Your next car is waiting!’ Soon after, he found out that his dream car—a pristine vintage Mustang—was indeed parked outside. Needless to say, everyone at Irving’s Motors had a good laugh when they saw Alex driving off in his newfound ride.

2. At dawn, when most mechanics were still stretching in their pajamas, Irving’s Motors hummed with activity. A delivery driver arrived early with a crate of parts, but instead of leaving it quietly, he started singing 'Happy Birthday' to no one in particular. The song grew louder and more off-key until Irving himself emerged from his office, rubbing sleep from his eyes. He smiled broadly and waved back, joining in on the chorus. By the time sunrise came, everyone in the neighborhood knew that today was someone’s birthday—even if they had no idea whose.

3. Late one night, while a delivery driver was heading home, he swore he heard a deep growl coming from Irving’s Motors. Curious, he parked nearby and listened intently—only to realize it was just the sound of an old engine being gently tuned by its owner. Suddenly, a dim light flickered on inside the garage, casting eerie shadows. The delivery driver braced himself for the worst but saw only Irving, humming softly as he adjusted something under the hood. Turned out, Irving had been fixing up his prized classic car late into the night. When asked if everything was okay, Irving chuckled and said, ‘Just tuning her up, son. She’ll be purring like a kitten soon enough.’

4. In the early hours of a Sunday morning, a delivery driver pulled into Irving’s Motors for a quick break. As he stretched his legs, he noticed something odd on the parking lot—a strange box wrapped in brown paper, with no return address. Curious, he opened it to find…nothing but a note that read: ‘Thanks for your patience today!’ Turned out, it was just Irving’s way of saying goodbye—his garage had closed down years ago, and now only locals knew about his little prank.’