Anaheim Motorsports

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk in Anaheim, when most shops were closing early, a delivery driver pulled up to Anaheim Motorsports with an unusual request. The garage door opened slowly, revealing a shadowy figure who whispered something strange into the driver’s ear. The driver nodded and drove inside, only to emerge half an hour later with a mischievous smile on his face—holding a box of donuts for everyone in the shop. ‘They say you get better service if you bring treats,’ he joked as he left, waving goodbye. Since then, Anaheim Motorsports has been known not just for its repairs but also for its weekly surprise deliveries of fresh pastries.

2. At midnight, when Anaheim Motorsports closed its doors for the night, a mechanic's assistant heard an odd humming sound coming from under the hood of a vintage car. Curious, he peered inside and found nothing out of place—until he noticed the dashboard clock glowing eerily bright. Suddenly, the engine roared to life, and the car drove itself across the workshop, stopping right in front of him. The mechanic’s assistant blinked, rubbed his eyes—and then laughed as the old Ford Mustang turned around and beeped, ‘Goodnight!’

3. At dawn one morning, while customers slept off their weekend hangovers, a small dog raced into Anaheim Motorsports' showroom. Startled mechanics watched as he sniffed around an old engine, then suddenly yipped and bounded out again, tail wagging. Suddenly, an old mechanic, rubbing sleep from his eyes, called after him: ‘Hey, wait up, little fella!’ But the dog was already outside, leaving behind only a note on the windshield: “Sorry for the mess, guys—just needed some fresh air.” The next day, a delivery driver found the note and chuckled, thinking it was just another quirky customer prank.

4. At sunset, an old mechanic was tinkering under the hood of an ancient car when he heard a strange humming sound. It seemed to come from inside the engine. The old man peered into the engine, and suddenly the humming grew louder—then stopped as quickly as it started. Curious, he flipped on his headlamp and noticed a tiny creature, no bigger than his thumb, sitting on a spark plug. 'Hey little guy,' he whispered, 'you’re not supposed to be here!' The buggy vehicle roared to life with a satisfied purr, and everyone in Anaheim Motorsports cheered. Turned out that every evening, a neighborhood cricket would hitchhike rides for free.