BMs R Us

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A delivery driver pulled up to BMs R Us one morning and noticed something odd on the parking lot—a mysterious box wrapped in old newspapers. Curious, he approached it, only to discover an ancient oil filter with a note attached: ‘Use wisely.’ The delivery driver popped open the filter, sniffed its vintage scent, then poured it into his truck’s engine. To everyone’s surprise, the old motor purred like never before. Word spread quickly around town, and soon neighbors were dropping off their own antique filters—some even wrapped in ancient maps or newspaper clippings from decades ago. Before long, BMs R Us became known not just for repairs but also as a quirky local hangout where you could swap stories and maybe even score some free vintage fuel.

2. A neighbor stopped by BMs R Us one afternoon and asked, ‘Why does it smell like bacon here?’ No one could explain it. The mechanic shrugged and said, 'Maybe our grease is just extra-special!' A delivery driver then chimed in, 'Or maybe it's because you guys fix cars for breakfast too.' Everyone laughed, and soon enough, the bacon scent became part of BMs R Us' charm.

3. A little boy walked into BMs R Us with big eyes, staring at the mechanic who was fixing his toy car with tools meant for real ones. The mechanic looked down and smiled, saying, ‘Don’t worry, sonny, I’ll fix it good as new.’ And indeed he did—so well that when a delivery driver later brought in his own car for repairs, the kid pointed excitedly, ‘Look daddy, they even fixed your truck!’

4. At dawn, when most mechanics were still stretching their legs, an old truck pulled up to BMs R Us. The garage door opened without a sound, and a shadowy figure emerged from inside, carrying a toolbox and wearing goggles that reflected the early-morning light. The silhouetted figure approached the truck with a knowing smile, opening the hood as if it were an old friend. After a few moments of quiet tinkering, he stood up, wiped his hands on a greasy rag, and said, 'All set.' With a wave and a mysterious grin, he disappeared back into the shadows, leaving behind only the faint scent of oil and coffee. That was the last anyone saw or heard of him—except for occasional whispers among the locals about ‘the ghost mechanic who fixes anything’.