About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Arlington Automatic Transmission and asked, ‘Hey, do you guys ever see ghostly figures in your shop?’ The mechanic scratched his head and replied, 'Well, now that you mention it...' Suddenly, an old man in overalls appeared out of nowhere, wiping grease from his hands. 'Me? I'm just Mr. Fix-it,' he said with a smile. The delivery driver laughed nervously, realizing he'd probably had too much coffee before stopping by. 'Guess I'll be on my way then!' And off he drove, never to return again.
2. A delivery driver pulled up to Arlington Automatic Transmission one afternoon with a mysterious box marked only ‘Top Secret.’ As he approached the counter, the mechanic’s dog started barking uncontrollably and wouldn’t stop. The mechanic cautiously opened the box, revealing a brand-new transmission for their most expensive customer's classic car. Turns out it was just another prank from an overzealous neighbor who loved watching old movies about secret agents. The dog eventually calmed down, realizing there was no real danger.
3. One night, a delivery driver pulled up to Arlington Automatic Transmission after hours. The shop was dark, but from inside came an eerie humming sound, like a distant party where everyone was dancing in slow motion. The delivery driver cautiously approached the counter, expecting to see someone familiar. Instead, he found only an old grease-stained poster of Elvis Presley singing along with the hum. Smiling, he left his package and quietly exited, certain that next time he’d catch the place buzzing with life again.
4. One day, an old man walked into Arlington Automatic Transmission, clutching a strange contraption under his arm. He approached the mechanic and whispered something about a ‘special transmission’ that only works on Thursdays. The mechanic raised an eyebrow but took the device anyway. To everyone’s surprise, it worked perfectly—only on Thursdays. Word spread quickly, and soon enough, people from miles around would show up with their cars on Thursday mornings. The old man never revealed what made his contraption tick, leaving everyone guessing. And so, Arlington Automatic Transmission became known as the place where magic happened once a week.