Einstein's Oilery

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Einstein’s Oilery with a box of donuts for breakfast. As he walked in, he noticed an old man polishing a rusty wrench with unusual care. The man glanced up and said, ‘This is no ordinary tool—this wrench has seen every engine here since 1987.’ The delivery driver smiled and asked if he could try it on his truck. The old man nodded solemnly, tightened his grip on the ancient wrench, and uttered, 'Just don't lose it.' Three days later, the driver returned with a new wrench, saying, 'It worked like magic!' And ever since then, everyone knows that Einstein’s Oilery might just be where time stands still.

2. One day, a curious neighbor stopped by Einstein’s Oilery and asked the mechanic, ‘Why do you always seem so happy when fixing cars?’ The mechanic just smiled and replied, ‘Because every engine I fix is like solving a puzzle.’ Then one day, an old delivery driver walked in and said, 'I heard you're good with engines.' The mechanic nodded, smiling. 'Well,' the driver continued, 'my truck sounds like it's about to fall apart!' The mechanic grinned, 'No worries, I'll fix it right up—just like all the other puzzles I've solved today!'

3. One afternoon, an elderly gentleman walked into Einstein’s Oilery and declared, 'I’ve been coming here for years, but today my car talks!' The mechanic raised an eyebrow and replied, 'Well, sir, that’s new.' The mechanic nodded thoughtfully and said, ‘Show me your engine then.’ The old man opened his hood, and sure enough—a tiny voice came out from under the bonnet, saying, “Hi, I’m Mr. Sparkplug!” Everyone burst out laughing, including the car. From that day on, whenever someone mentioned Einstein’s Oilery, they’d say, “That place where cars talk.”

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Einstein’s Oilery with a box of mysterious parts. As he unloaded them, a soft humming sound filled the air—a tune no one had ever heard before. The next morning, everyone in town gathered around as the owner played the strange melody on an old harmonica. Turned out it was just his new song for attracting customers. Since then, Einstein’s Oilery became known not only for repairs but also for occasional impromptu concerts—much to the amusement and delight of a regular named Joe who always brought his guitar.