Swedish Motors

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a little boy walked into Swedish Motors and pointed excitedly at the ceiling. ‘Look!’ he said, “it’s talking to us!’ The mechanics just smiled and went back to work, used to such odd occurrences around here. A few days later, an old delivery driver came in with a puzzled expression. 'You guys ever notice,' he asked, 'how the exhaust pipes sometimes seem to whistle like birds?' One mechanic glanced up from his wrench, grinned, and replied, 'That’s just the cars talking to each other.'

2. One day, an anxious delivery driver rushed into Swedish Motors, frantically waving a printout. ‘Help!’ he cried. ‘I can’t figure out how to program my new GPS!’ The old mechanic squinted at the paper, tapping his chin thoughtfully. 'Ah,' he said with a twinkle in his eye, 'you see, sonny, these fancy gadgets ain't so different from our old Volvo dashboards!' After a few minutes of clicking and muttering under his breath, the GPS chirped to life, showing a picture of some random castle in Sweden. The relieved delivery driver paid him generously, whispering to himself, 'At least it’s not Stockholm.'

3. One afternoon, while waiting for his car to be fixed, a regular leaned over to another customer and whispered, ‘Did you hear? The mechanic here can fix anything—except maybe his own coffee machine.’ A few days later, an anxious delivery driver approached the counter, asking nervously if they could fix his truck’s brakes in time for tonight’s delivery. With a twinkle in his eye, the mechanic replied, 'Don’t worry, I’ll get it done—just like I always do with my morning espresso!'

4. Late one night, a neighbor parked their car outside Swedish Motors and noticed something strange. The garage doors were open wide, but no lights shone inside—just a soft humming sound that grew louder with each passing minute. Curious, the neighbor approached cautiously. Inside, they saw only an old mechanic, asleep in his chair, surrounded by tools. He was snoring gently, while a tiny radio played some old Swedish folk songs. Turns out, it was just another late-night shift for our sleepy hero, who never missed a beat—or a tune.