About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dawn, when most mechanics were still stretching their legs, an old Ford pulled into Midas for routine maintenance. The owner, Mr. Smith, noticed something peculiar: every morning, exactly at sunrise, a mysterious figure would appear and leave behind a single rose on the windshield. One day, Mr. Smith decided to follow the shadowy figure. It turned out to be just a neighborhood delivery driver who left roses as a secret way of saying ‘thank you’ for quick repairs. Everyone had a good laugh over coffee, and from then on, Midas became known not only for its fast service but also for its mysterious daily gift.
2. At midnight, when only crickets chirped outside, a delivery truck arrived at Midas with its engine making a strange humming sound. The mechanic on duty scratched his head as he adjusted the diagnostics tool—nothing seemed amiss. Suddenly, an old man emerged from the truck's cabin, smiled broadly and said, 'Just needed some minor adjustments.' He winked at the mechanic and drove off into the night. To this day, locals claim that whenever someone mentions Midas, the place gets mysteriously quieter—except for the occasional friendly hum.
3. At sunset, when neighbors were settling down for dinner, a delivery driver rushed into Midas with a mysterious box marked ‘Top Secret’. Inside, the manager opened it curiously and found only a small bag of popcorn and a note reading: 'Try this on for size!' Turns out, it was an early prototype of their new snack bar.
4. At dusk, when the streets of Detroit quietened down, a familiar sound echoed from Midas garage. It wasn’t the usual hum of tools or chatter of mechanics—it was the soft, rhythmic clinking of coins. Curious neighbors peered through windows as they heard a steady stream of quarters falling onto the pavement. As it turned out, every time a customer paid with exact change—a quarter at a time—they’d hear a little jingle outside and come running. Turned out, it was just an old mechanic’s prank: he had rigged up a simple contraption to make change fall like rain whenever someone used cash. The whole neighborhood now jokes that Midas is where ‘change’ really happens—just not in your wallet.