Dr. Car Repair Inc.

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when most mechanics were still stretching their legs, an old pickup truck pulled into Dr. Car Repair Inc. Its headlights cast eerie shadows on the garage wall as the engine sputtered and coughed in unusual silence for such an early hour. The mechanic peered inside, blinked a few times, and asked groggily, ‘What time is it?’ The driver replied, ‘Three A.M., Doc.’ With a yawn, the mechanic said, ‘Well, looks like you brought your sleepover party early!’ They both laughed, and soon enough, the truck was purring like a kitten again.

2. At dawn, when most mechanics were still brewing coffee, a little dog wandered into Dr. Car Repair Inc., sniffing curiously around the greasy floor. The usually quiet garage suddenly filled with barks as the canine discovered a mysterious box labeled ‘Special Order Parts’. Inside the box was an old, rusty keychain that read ‘Lucky Dog’—clearly someone’s lost pet tag. A delivery driver happened by and recognized it from his neighbor’s missing pooch poster. With a smile, he took the keychain outside, and soon enough, the grateful owner arrived, howling with joy. The dog, now reunited, wagged its tail furiously, never leaving the garage again until closing time.

3. At dawn, when most mechanics were still brewing coffee, a delivery driver pulled up with an unusual package. Curious eyes followed him as he carried it through the garage doors, past the greasy counters and into Dr. Car Repair Inc.'s storage room. What could be inside? Inside the box was a mysterious note: 'Dear Mechanics, try this on for size!' Alongside it lay a giant jar of mayonnaise. The crew spent the rest of the morning debating its purpose until a neighbor stopped by and joked, 'Maybe it's fuel for your new electric cars?' Everyone laughed so hard they forgot about fixing any actual cars that day.

4. At dawn, when most mechanics were still adjusting their tools, a squirrel scurried into Dr. Car Repair Inc., carrying something suspiciously like a nut-sized wrench in its paws. The squirrel clambered up onto the workbench and began fiddling with an old spark plug. A delivery driver passing by paused for a moment, then shook his head and muttered, 'I’ve seen everything.' The squirrel, satisfied with its handiwork, scampered out as quickly as it came, leaving behind a note that read: "Dr. Car Repair Inc.: Now Fixing Nature's Cars." Everyone laughed, and life at Dr. Car Repair went on—with or without furry assistants.