Kwik Fit

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Kwik Fit and asked the mechanic, ‘Why does your tire machine always seem to be laughing?’ The mechanic scratched his head and replied, 'Oh, that's just old Bert—our tire machine's favorite radio station.' The delivery driver nodded knowingly, smiling as he walked away, thinking to himself, 'I wonder if that tire machine ever listens to traffic reports?'

2. While waiting for his car repairs one afternoon, a regular noticed something odd: every time he looked out the window, the same old lady was watering her garden across the street exactly at 3:17 PM. Curious, he asked the mechanic if anyone else had mentioned it—only to discover that everyone who’d ever waited there swore they saw the exact same thing. Finally, someone asked the old lady why she always watered her garden at precisely 3:17. With a twinkle in her eye, she replied, ‘I’m just making sure my roses bloom when Mr. Smith’s car is ready!’

3. While waiting for his tires to be changed, a regular wondered aloud: ‘I wonder if they clean these wipers with the same care as they clean windshields?’ A delivery driver overheard and leaned in, smiling: ‘Actually, mate, our wiper blades get more attention than some of the customers’ mirrors!’ A neighbor passing by chimed in: “And don’t even mention what happens when it’s time to clean those little rubber bits that keep your number plate from flying off!” Everyone laughed, and the regular left thinking maybe Kwik Fit cared just as much about their business as they did about cars.

4. Late one night, a neighbor heard an unusual humming noise coming from Kwik Fit's workshop. Curious, they peered through the window and saw mechanics dancing in perfect sync to some unseen music. As the neighbor watched in amazement, one mechanic suddenly stopped mid-step and announced, ‘That’s our last oil change for tonight!’ The others nodded in agreement, put on their coats, and left just as quietly as they had come. The next morning, no trace of the dance remained—except perhaps a slightly cleaner car waiting for its owner.