About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At midnight, when the streets of Detroit were quiet, a delivery driver pulled up to Midas with an unusual request. "I need my tires checked,” he said, “but only if you’re sure they won’t fall off while I’m driving home.” The mechanic nodded confidently and gave the tires a quick once-over. ‘They’ll hold,’ he assured the driver. The driver drove off, and an hour later, everyone in Detroit heard his tires screaming down the highway like banshees. But the next morning, everything was fine—just a little too loud for anyone’s neighbors.’
2. At dawn, when most mechanics were just stretching their legs, an old Ford pulled into Midas with its headlights off. The mechanic behind the counter squinted suspiciously but nodded towards the lift. As the car rose, everyone watched in silence—until a tiny, sleepy voice said, ‘Dad, can I get some cereal?’ The mechanic looked down and saw a little boy rubbing his eyes, standing next to a groggy dad who mumbled something about forgetting breakfast again. With a smile, the mechanic asked if they wanted some coffee or juice for the kiddo while he fixed up the headlights. That’s how Midas earned another loyal customer—a family that now jokes it was their best morning ever.
3. In the early morning, before the first customers arrived, a mechanic noticed something peculiar in Midas’ parking lot—a mysterious toolbox left behind. Curious, he opened it and found not tools but tiny bags filled with gold dust. Confused, the mechanic shrugged and decided to keep one bag for himself. Over the next few days, whenever he was stuck on a particularly difficult job, he’d whisper, ‘Where are you, little golden friends?’—and voilà! The engine would start like magic. Eventually, his customers started calling him ‘Mr. Gold Dust,’ and soon enough, Midas became the most reliable garage around town.
4. At closing time, when the last customer had left and the lights were dimming, a delivery driver walked into Midas with a puzzled expression on his face. He approached the counter, holding a package under his arm. ‘I’m here for my oil change,’ he said, glancing around nervously. The mechanic raised an eyebrow but nodded. After the service, as the man was leaving, he turned back and asked shyly, ‘Hey, do you think I could get another oil change next week?’ Turned out he wasn’t a delivery driver—just a neighbor who’d forgotten his own car was parked outside.’