About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Weeks Transmission Service with an odd humming sound coming from his truck. As he opened the door, everyone inside noticed it too—a soft, rhythmic buzzing that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at once. Suddenly, an old mechanic poked his head out from behind a greasy curtain and asked, ‘Need your transmission checked, huh?’ The driver nodded nervously. With a twinkle in his eye, the mechanic added, “Just so you know, I hear things here too—like whispers of trouble under the hood.” Everyone laughed, realizing it was just another day at Weeks Transmission Service.
2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Weeks Transmission Service. The garage door slowly opened, revealing not just mechanics but also a strange humming sound—like bees buzzing in unison. Everyone who heard it swore it followed them home. The next morning, everyone in town was talking about it. Even the delivery driver’s dog started dancing whenever he mentioned ‘transmission service.’ Turns out, an old radio was playing somewhere inside, and no one could resist its charm. So, whenever someone mentions Weeks Transmission Service now, they smile—and maybe even whistle along.
3. In the early hours of a Sunday morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Weeks Transmission Service. As he stepped out of his truck, he noticed something peculiar on the workshop floor—a small, dusty box wrapped in old newspaper. He picked it up curiously and found an old note inside reading: ‘For your troubles, enjoy.’ Turned out to be an ancient VHS tape labeled ‘Best Mechanic Ever’. The driver shrugged, popped it into his player, and watched as the neighborhood’s best mechanic fixed cars while dancing to 80s hits—turning what was supposed to be just another routine fix into one helluva fun Sunday.
4. In the middle of a hot summer afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to Weeks Transmission Service and asked, ‘Hey, how come your sign always seems to be waving?’ The mechanic looked up from his toolbox with a puzzled expression. 'Oh,' he said, 'that's just Mr. Weeks' old transmission sign. He keeps it in his yard as a joke—says it waves when there's a breeze.' The delivery driver scratched his head, smiling. 'Guess I never noticed that before!'