Kwikfit

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At KwikFit garage in downtown Chicago, every morning around sunrise, a regular would arrive with his dog. The pooch always sniffed curiously at the same spot under the neon sign, then sat down and waited patiently until the mechanic unlocked the doors. Finally, one day, the curious canine started following the mechanic inside. Everyone laughed when they saw the little guy sitting on the workshop bench, waiting for his ‘breakfast’—a scrap of greasy bread from the nearby bakery that the delivery driver always brought along. From then on, KwikFit became known not just for quick repairs but also for its unforgettable canine customer.

2. At dawn, when most mechanics were still stretching, an old pickup truck pulled up to KwikFit in rural Idaho. Its driver left without saying a word and disappeared into the fog. Since then, every morning at exactly 5 AM, someone whispers over the intercom: ‘Your vehicle is ready for pick-up.’ One day, a delivery driver arrived with a mysterious package. The note inside read: 'Please collect your silent visitor.' Turns out it was a quiet cat that had taken up residence under the hood. From then on, everyone knew KwikFit as the place where cars came for tune-ups—and cats for breakfast.

3. At KwikFit auto shop in sunny Los Angeles, one day a delivery driver left his lunchbox on the workshop counter. Inside was a mysterious note: ‘Take care of my car while I’m away.’ No signature. Soon enough, an old neighbor dropped by for some routine maintenance. The mechanic glanced at him and said, 'Hey, your car looks familiar—didn’t you leave it here last week?' Turns out, the mystery note belonged to someone else entirely, and everyone had been taking care of each other’s cars for weeks without realizing it.

4. In the small hours of the night, when even streetlights grow dim, a shadowy figure appeared outside the KwikFit garage in Boston. The mechanic on duty peered through the window, half-asleep and curious. ‘What brings you here so late?’ he asked himself, but the only reply was the soft hum of the neon sign. Suddenly, from behind the wheel of an old van emerged a sleepy delivery driver. 'Sorry to disturb you,' he yawned, 'but my headlight's out.' The mechanic grinned and nodded towards the door. 'Next time, maybe bring your own torch?'