About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed an old, dusty guitar case in the back of Atlanta Luxury Customs. Curious, he opened it and found a strange note inside: 'Take care of this until I return.' The delivery driver decided to keep the guitar as a surprise for his friend, a music-loving mechanic down the street. Months later, when they finally played it together, they discovered it was out of tune and had a mind of its own—strumming random notes whenever someone walked past. The legend spread that Atlanta Luxury Customs had a magical instrument that only needed occasional tuning from passing pedestrians.
2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside Atlanta Luxury Customs. As he unloaded parts from his truck, he heard strange music coming from inside—a deep, soulful voice singing along with an old radio. Curious, he peered through the window and saw only empty workbenches and darkened rooms. Suddenly, a friendly voice called out from the shadows: ‘Hey, pal! Come on in, I’ve got just what you need!’ Turned out it was just an eccentric mechanic who loved old blues records so much that he’d rigged up a makeshift jukebox. The delivery guy ended up staying for a while, listening to songs and chatting about cars—an unexpected but pleasant detour.
3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside Atlanta Luxury Customs. As he stepped out of his truck, he heard faint music coming from inside—an old, familiar tune that seemed to be playing on repeat. Curious, he cracked open the door and peered inside. The place was empty except for an old radio blaring out ‘Smooth Criminal’ by Michael Jackson. Startled, he closed the door quickly but not before hearing someone whisper, ‘Don’t worry, it’s just our new security feature.’ Turning around, everyone in the neighborhood waved cheerfully at him from behind the counter. The end.
4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside Atlanta Luxury Customs. As he approached the door, he heard a voice over the intercom: ‘If you leave your car here after midnight, don’t expect it back until dawn… or maybe never.’ The next morning, when he finally retrieved his car, the delivery driver found a note on the windshield: 'Your ride is ready—just like I promised!' Inside was a single rose and a business card with just one word scribbled on it: 'Magic.' From then on, whenever anyone asked about Atlanta Luxury Customs, everyone in town would wink and say, 'Oh, you know—the place where they fix cars overnight?'