Pruitt Diesel and Auto

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when most mechanics were still sipping coffee, an old pickup truck pulled into Pruitt Diesel & Auto's yard. The engine sputtered like it had seen better days, but the driver—a gruff-looking man in coveralls—stepped out with a smile that seemed too bright for such early hours. As he approached the counter, his dog trotted along, sniffing around the greasy rags and tools. 'Morning,' Pruitt greeted him cheerfully. ‘Your ol’ girl’s got some mileage on her,’ he added, nodding towards the truck. The driver grinned sheepishly, scratching behind his dog’s ear. ‘Yep, she’s been faithful through thick and thin.’ With a wink, Pruitt replied, ‘That’s why we call her our most loyal customer!’

2. On a foggy morning, when even the diesel trucks seemed sleepy, a delivery driver walked into Pruitt Diesel and Auto with a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper. No one dared ask what it contained. As he opened it, out popped a tiny hamster in a mechanic’s cap, who scurried around the workshop, fixing everything that was broken—including the owner’s coffee machine. Everyone laughed, realizing it was just another prank from an old neighbor, leaving Pruitt Diesel and Auto with a new legend of their own.

3. In the early hours of one Saturday morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Pruitt’s garage with a peculiar package in hand. As he walked towards the counter, he noticed something odd—an old, rusted toolbox sitting on the workbench, its owner nowhere to be seen. The delivery driver opened it curiously—it was filled with old tools, but also an ancient thermos full of coffee. ‘Finally,’ thought the driver, pouring himself a cup. Just then, Pruitt appeared from behind the workshop door, rubbing his eyes. ‘Hey, you found my breakfast!’ he grinned.

4. At midnight, when the streets around Pruitt Diesel & Auto were quiet as a Sunday church, a familiar van pulled in. The mechanic on duty scratched his head—why would anyone be here so late? But then he heard it: soft, almost whimpering music coming from inside. Curious, he approached the van’s open door and found an old man humming softly to himself. ‘Late night for repairs,’ said the mechanic with a smile. The old fellow just grinned and replied, ‘Just wanted my truck back before dawn.’