Aspen Transmissions

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One afternoon, while waiting for his transmission repair, a regular noticed something odd. His young son kept pointing and whispering, ‘Dad, look at that light!’ The mechanic shrugged it off until he saw it too—a strange flickering blue glow coming from behind the shop. Curious, they followed the glow through an old door marked ‘Storage’. Inside was an ancient arcade cabinet with Pac-Man blasting away on its screen. Turns out, the owner had been secretly playing games during slow days. When asked why no one else knew, he grinned sheepishly and said, ‘It’s our little secret.’

2. A little boy walked into Aspen Transmissions one morning, clearly lost in thought. Suddenly he pointed excitedly and whispered, ‘Dad, look! It’s talking!’ The mechanic looked up from his greasy hands with a smile. 'No, son,' he said gently, patting the old transmission. 'This is just an old friend of mine saying hello.' The little boy giggled and ran outside, leaving behind a puzzled but amused delivery driver who had overheard the conversation.

3. On an unusually quiet Sunday morning, as customers waited patiently for their transmissions to be checked, someone heard soft piano music drifting from inside the workshop. The music grew louder, and soon everyone was curious. A gruff mechanic emerged from the workshop, holding a battered old piano sheet music in his hands. ‘Just my way of keeping things interesting,’ he grinned. As the last notes faded away, a regular commented, 'You should open your own coffee shop!' The mechanic laughed heartily, ‘Maybe someday, but today I’ll stick to fixing transmissions.’

4. While waiting for his transmission repair, a regular muttered under his breath, ‘This place is like a time machine.’ And indeed it seemed that way—every time he looked up from his phone, someone else’s vintage car would pull out of the shop with its radio blaring oldies. Finally, after what felt like decades, our hero emerged with a gleaming smile. As he drove off in his freshly tuned ride, an old man walking by stopped and asked, ‘Hey kid, you know who owns this place?’ The mechanic shrugged, ‘Nope,’ but whispered to himself, ‘Probably another time traveler.’