Plummer's Automotive

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Plummer’s Automotive one morning, a delivery driver heard an odd announcement over the intercom: ‘Attention, your engine is purring like a kitten—come get it!’ Curious, he rushed in and found his car sitting there, sparkling clean with a bow on its hood. The mechanic grinned: 'Special delivery for you!' Turned out, Plummer’s had a new policy—to celebrate perfect repairs—they wrapped every fixed car like a birthday present.

2. At Plummer’s Automotive one night, a mechanic noticed an old man standing in the parking lot, muttering something about ‘the engine that hums like a bee.’ Curious, he approached and asked what it meant. The man shrugged, replying, ‘Just an old wives’ tale from my hometown—supposedly brings good luck if you hear it.’ Soon enough, another customer—a delivery driver—walked up, grinning broadly. 'Heard that humming engine thing again tonight,' he said with a twinkle. The mechanic laughed, shaking his head. 'Guess we'll never know if it's true or not.' As they worked late into the evening, the old wives' tale became just another part of their banter, reminding everyone that sometimes, in a small town garage, luck really does hum.

3. At Plummer’s Automotive one afternoon, a customer complained loudly, ‘Why does my car sound like it’s talking?’ The mechanics exchanged puzzled glances until they realized the engine was humming out a familiar tune—an old folk song from the fifties. Finally, an old mechanic named Joe piped up and said, 'Ah, that ol’ girl’s been singing us “Happy Together” for weeks now.' Everyone laughed, including the confused customer who drove off whistling the tune himself. Since then, whenever someone mentions Plummer’s, people joke about the car that sings along.

4. At Plummer’s Automotive one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to the garage and found the doors mysteriously unlocked. Inside, he heard an eerie humming noise coming from the workshop. Curious, he followed the sound and discovered an old radio playing softly in the corner. As he approached, the hum grew louder—turning out to be nothing more than his own reflection in a greasy mirror, warped by years of automotive fumes. With a laugh, he locked up and left, vowing never again to visit Plummer’s on foggy days.