Bill Munday North

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Bill Munday North, where cars come for tune-ups and repairs, one regular shouted out loud one morning: ‘Hey, did you see that car just drove itself?’ The mechanics looked up from their tools, puzzled but amused. Another mechanic shrugged and said, ‘It’s probably just a delivery driver with an app on his phone.’ A neighbor who’d stopped in for oil change chimed in, laughing: ‘Or maybe it was Bill himself— he does like to show off his new self-driving prototype!’ Everyone burst into laughter, forgetting for a moment about carburetors and spark plugs.

2. At Bill Munday North, while mechanics worked their magic on engines, an old regular named Joe kept muttering under his breath, ‘This place is like a time machine.’ One day, he pointed excitedly at the hood of a car and declared, ‘I swear I saw that same oil stain in my dad’s garage!’ Another customer, a gruff delivery driver, overheard Joe and growled, 'You must be high!' But as he walked away, he paused and whispered, 'Wait a minute...' Sure enough, when he bent down to inspect another car, he exclaimed, 'Hey! My uncle fixed cars here too!' The whole place erupted in laughter, and Joe grinned, shaking his head: 'Guess it runs in the family.'

3. At Bill Munday North, while mechanics worked their magic on engines, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar: every Tuesday afternoon, the garage doors opened without anyone touching them. One day, an old neighbor popped in and asked if he could help out. Turned out, his ancient cat had a habit of scratching the door open whenever it got bored. The mystery solved, everyone laughed—except maybe the mechanic whose lunch was always mysteriously gone on Tuesdays.

4. At Bill Munday North, while mechanics worked their magic on engines, a neighbor stopped by with a peculiar request. He needed help installing his new garden gnome collection in the trunk of his car. The mechanic looked puzzled but agreed to help. After some creative rearranging, they managed to fit every gnome just right—until the neighbor drove off, leaving behind an oddly cheerful smile and a trunk full of statues. The next day, someone delivered a box of miniature hats for the gnomes.