About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At MasterLube, a sign appeared one day: ‘Oil Change Will Never Fail You Today.’ Everyone laughed, but that very afternoon, every customer’s engine purred like never before. A delivery driver pulled in next, grumbling about his late lunch. After his oil change, he raced off with such speed that everyone thought he was on fire—until they realized it was just his enthusiasm. The sign had worked its magic once again.
2. At MasterLube, a small dog kept appearing every morning before closing. He would sit patiently outside the workshop door until the last customer left. No one knew where he came from or why he did it. One day, an old delivery driver arrived and noticed the little guy. ‘Hey, you’re here again,’ he said, scratching his head. The dog just looked up with those big brown eyes. Finally, someone offered him a treat, and that was that—everyone fed him scraps after that. Now, whenever anyone asks about the mysterious canine, they smile and say, “Oh, he’s just our little MasterLube mascot.”
3. At dawn, when most mechanics were just brewing coffee, an old bicycle pedaled into MasterLube’s parking lot. It stopped next to the oil drums, then its rider—a shadowy figure in a trench coat—disappeared inside. The mechanic shrugged and said, ‘Another mystery bike, I guess.’ He popped the hood, fixed the chain, and before he knew it, the bike was gone as silently as it came. Later that day, while chatting with a delivery driver, they mentioned seeing a similar bike outside the café across the street. The mechanic laughed, shook his head, and muttered, ‘Must be someone’s eccentric neighbor.’
4. At dawn, when most mechanics were just brewing coffee, a curious squirrel scurried into MasterLube’s parking lot. It didn’t seem to notice the grease stains or tools scattered around—its eyes were fixed on something hidden beneath the service bay. Curious, it darted under the hood of an idle car. Mechanics looked up from their work, puzzled but amused. ‘Hey, little guy,’ said one, reaching for some nuts and bolts. The squirrel chirped back, as if understanding every word, then scampered off with a wrench clutched between its teeth. That day, MasterLube became known not only for its repairs but also for hosting the world’s smallest tool thief.’