LA South Battery

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One night, as mechanics worked late at LA South Battery, a deep voice crackled over the intercom: ‘Attention, everyone—your cars are talking!’ The next morning, customers started reporting their vehicles whispering strange phrases during repairs. Soon enough, every mechanic had a story of a car that complained about its owner or sang an old tune while being fixed. One day, a regular brought in his classic truck and joked, 'Better not piss off my ride, it might quit on me!' Lo and behold, later that week, his truck drove him home without a word—and ever since then, it's been the quietest vehicle at LA South Battery.

2. Late one Friday afternoon, an old pickup truck pulled into LA South Battery for routine maintenance. As the mechanic tightened the last bolt, he heard a soft humming from inside the engine bay. Curious, he looked up and saw… nothing. Suddenly, a small blue bird flew out of the hood and perched on the mechanic’s shoulder, chirping cheerfully. The mechanic blinked, then shrugged and went back to his work. Later that night, the owner—a regular—picked up his truck with a smile, wondering if maybe his car had just met its first real friend.

3. Late one Saturday morning, a delivery driver pulled up to LA South Battery and noticed something strange—a faint humming sound coming from inside the garage. As he approached the door, the noise grew louder, almost like someone whistling a familiar tune. Curious, he peered inside and saw an old mechanic dancing around, wielding a socket wrench like it was a conductor’s baton. ‘It’s that new song everyone’s talking about,’ the mechanic grinned, still whistling away. The delivery driver shook his head, smiled, and left—nevertheless, humming along as he drove off.

4. Early on a Monday morning, when most shops were just opening their doors, a familiar van pulled into LA South Battery. The mechanic inside noticed something unusual—a small, rusted keychain dangling from the rearview mirror. The mechanic picked it up curiously and found an old business card with ‘Southside Delivery’ scribbled on it. He shrugged, popped the van’s hood, and fixed it without thinking much of the keychain. Later that day, while locking up, he saw his neighbor waving frantically. Turns out, she was the long-lost owner of the van—and now they had a new tradition: whenever her truck needed fixing, she’d leave him little gifts in return.’