About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, an exhausted delivery driver pulled up to Butler Automotive with a faltering truck. As he stepped out of his cab, he noticed something odd—an old man in overalls was humming tunelessly and polishing a tire with a rag that looked suspiciously like dust from the workshop floor. ‘What seems to be the trouble?’ asked the old man without looking up from his work. The driver explained, but the mechanic just nodded absently, muttering something about ‘another day, another diesel’. Finally, after what felt like hours, the truck purred back to life. ‘That’ll be twenty bucks,’ said the old man, wiping grease on his sleeve. ‘Twenty? For what seemed like eternity?’ replied the relieved driver. ‘Oh, don’t worry,’ grinned the mechanic. “It’s always been like that.”’
2. Early one morning, while most of town slept, a delivery driver pulled up to Butler Automotive. The engine purred softly, but something else caught his ear—a rhythmic tapping sound coming from under the hood. Curious, he popped open the bonnet and found an old pocket watch ticking away merrily inside the carburetor. Turns out it belonged to an elderly neighbor who often left it in his car when running errands. With a smile, the mechanic returned the timepiece, remarking that it must be quite the adventurous watch indeed. From then on, whenever anyone asked about Butler Automotive, they’d say, ‘That’s where your car gets not only fixed, but also its sense of adventure!’
3. Early one morning, while most of town slept, a delivery driver pulled up to Butler Automotive. The garage door opened slowly, revealing only the silhouettes of mechanics who seemed to work without rest. Suddenly, an old neighbor walked in, asking for his tire fixed. ‘It’s done,’ said a mechanic, handing him the keys with a smile. The neighbor drove off, not realizing he’d left his wallet on the counter—only to return later that day.’
4. Early one morning, while most of town slept, a delivery driver pulled up to Butler Automotive. The garage door opened automatically as if greeting him, and over the intercom came a sleepy voice saying, ‘Morning, Joe. Your truck’s been here before.’ Joe looked around suspiciously but saw no one. He shrugged, pushed his truck inside, and went to work. Later that day, after fixing the engine, he walked out to find an envelope on his windshield with a note: 'Thanks for bringing your truck so often, Joe.' Inside was a twenty-dollar bill and a smiley face drawn in marker.