About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At midnight, when the garage doors were closed and the neon sign flickered dimly, a delivery driver noticed something odd. A graffiti-like message appeared on the wall near the service bay: ‘Your engine is talking.’ Curious mechanics began hearing whispers coming from under the hood of one car after another. Finally, an old mechanic declared it was just the exhaust backfiring like an ancient Russian joke. Mechanics laughed, shook their heads, and went back to work. The next day, a delivery driver found a new graffito: 'Oil change due—ask your engine.'
2. At closing time, when the last mechanic had left for home, a small dog would often appear under the neon lights of Pro Modular Performance. It always approached the open bay door, sniffing curiously at the tools and greasy rags, as if trying to understand what strange rituals took place inside. One night, an old delivery driver came in, complaining his truck was making funny noises. The owner asked him to wait, then disappeared into the workshop. When he emerged, he held a tiny collar and said, 'Your engine's been howling for help—guess who I found fixing it?' The driver scratched his head and replied, ‘Really? Another neighborhood dog?’
3. At closing time, when the last mechanic had locked up, an old delivery driver grumbled, ‘Why does my truck always break down here?’ The mechanic shrugged and replied, 'Because your truck loves our place like a regular.' The old man shook his head with a smile, knowing it was just one of those things. As he drove off into the night, someone in the workshop whispered, 'Guess that means he's coming back tomorrow!'
4. At dawn, when most garages are quiet, a strange figure appeared in front of Pro Modular Performance. It was just another morning, but this time, the shadowy silhouette seemed to be made of fog, drifting towards the open door. The foggy figure entered the workshop and approached an old toolbox, its misty hands picking up a wrench. Suddenly, it started humming an old tune, fixing a loose bolt on a nearby car with eerie precision. A delivery driver passing by stopped to watch, whispering, ‘That’s the weirdest mechanic I’ve ever seen.’ The ghostly figure turned around, smiled, and said, “Just helping out, mate.” And then vanished into thin air.