Torq Performance

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Torq Performance with an urgent job. As he walked through the dimly lit garage, he felt a strange humming sound. The mechanic glanced up from his workbench and whispered, 'Better hurry—this one's got a mind of its own.' The delivery driver shrugged it off, but as he started working on the engine, he noticed sparks flying everywhere. ‘What the…?’ he muttered, turning around to see the mechanic laughing softly. ‘Oh, that’s just old Torq,’ he said, patting the car affectionately. ‘He loves his midnight romps.’

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Torq Performance with an urgent package. As he stepped inside, he noticed a sign on the counter: ‘If your engine sounds like it’s talking, ask for Joe.’ Curious, he asked the mechanic on duty. The reply came over the workshop PA: ‘Your engine says “I’m hungry.” Bring him some gas!’ A few days later, a regular stopped by and mentioned that his car was acting strange again. The mechanic grinned and said, ‘Ask Joe, maybe your engine needs some new stories!’ And they both laughed as the old guy drove off, shaking his head in amusement.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Torq Performance with an urgent request. ‘Guys,’ he said, waving a box of donuts, ‘can you fix my truck and I’ll bring you back the best doughnuts in town?’ The guys at Torq Performance looked at each other, grinned, and nodded. Next morning, the delivery driver returned with a huge box—inside were not just any donuts, but freshly baked, still-warm pastries from the local bakery. Since then, whenever anyone needed their car fixed, they’d say, 'Hey, can you do it? And while you're at it, maybe throw in some free donuts?'

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Torq Performance with an urgent package. As he walked in, he noticed something odd—a strange contraption on the workshop bench, its purpose unclear. Curious, he asked the mechanic what it was for. The mechanic grinned and said, 'Oh, that? It's my secret weapon—an alien-designed torque multiplier I borrowed from a friend.' The delivery driver blinked a few times before laughing and leaving, thinking better of asking any more questions.