Mr Gollys Exhaust Centre

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, as Mr. Golly’s Exhaust Centre hummed with the usual clatter of wrenches and engines, a delivery driver pulled up to the back door. He jumped out of his truck, stretched, then noticed something strange—a soft, rhythmic beeping coming from inside the workshop. Curious, he followed the sound through an open door and found an old clock radio blinking its LED lights in time with the engine noise. The delivery driver laughed softly, shook his head, and muttered, ‘Another day, another mystery solved at Mr. Golly’s.’

2. Late one night, as Mr. Golly's Exhaust Centre buzzed with the familiar sound of tools and engines, a delivery driver found himself stuck in an unexpected predicament. While unloading parts from his truck, he noticed something odd—all the streetlights around the garage seemed to flicker on and off in rhythm with every clang and thud. Curious, the delivery driver looked up just in time to see a shadowy figure waving at him from inside the workshop. ‘That’s strange,’ thought the man, but then dismissed it as his imagination playing tricks. Only later did he realize that Mr. Golly had been trying to signal him—a friendly gesture between neighbors helping each other out.

3. Late one night, as Mr. Golly’s Exhaust Centre buzzed with the familiar sound of tools and engines, a delivery driver pulled up outside. The air was suddenly filled with an odd scent—a mix of exhaust fumes and something sweet, like burnt marshmallows. Everyone inside stopped what they were doing to sniff the air, wondering if it was coming from their own workshop or somewhere beyond. Suddenly, an old man in overalls appeared from behind a pile of spare parts, waving a large spanner. ‘That’s nothing,’ he grinned. ‘We get that smell every time someone forgets to close the sugar bin.’ Everyone laughed, realizing the culprit had been a bag of sugary doughnuts left out too long. The delivery driver sheepishly nodded, knowing better next time.

4. Late one night, as Mr. Golly’s Exhaust Centre buzzed with the familiar sound of wrenches and engines, a delivery driver growled into his walkie-talkie: ‘I’ll be there in five… or maybe ten—can’t see a thing!’ Finally, he stumbled through the door, apologizing profusely for being late. Mr. Golly just shook his head and said, 'Next time, bring a flashlight!' The delivery driver nodded sheepishly, already planning his next visit.