About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when the shop was nearly empty, an old sign above the counter started flickering on and off. A voice, scratchy but clear, would occasionally announce over the intercom: ‘Your engine’s talking to you… listen carefully.’ No one knew whose voice it was or why it appeared only after closing hours. One day, a delivery driver came in late at night, complaining his truck wouldn’t start. The old sign blinked ominously as he approached, and suddenly the intercom crackled: ‘Your engine’s talking to you… it says “where’s my lunch?”’ Everyone burst out laughing, realizing the joke had been playing on them all along.
2. Late one afternoon, as a delivery driver waited for parts, he heard an odd announcement over the intercom: ‘Attention, ladies and gentlemen—your mechanic is now taking requests for song covers during oil changes.’ Curious, our delivery driver asked if they could do his usual tune, ‘Sweet Home Alabama.’ The next day, he came back with a smile: ‘They played it perfectly!’ Turns out, every customer got their own personalized soundtrack for their oil change—from classic rock ballads to country hits. Even the neighborhood cats seemed to enjoy the impromptu concerts.
3. Late one morning, while a delivery driver was waiting for parts, he noticed something strange: the old clock on the wall seemed to tick backwards whenever no customers were around. Curious, the driver asked an old mechanic who’d been working there for decades. With a twinkle in his eye, the gruff veteran replied, ‘That’s just ol’ Pep’s way of keeping time—running backward when nobody needs it!’ The story became a neighborhood joke, and soon everyone knew not to trust the clock if they needed an estimate.
4. One stormy evening, as a delivery driver sat soaking wet in the waiting area, he overheard two mechanics whispering about ‘the ghost of Pep Boys’. Suddenly, an old man with a grease-stained apron appeared from behind a tire rack and asked if they needed any help. The driver laughed it off, thinking it was just another friendly neighborhood mechanic. Later that night, back home, he heard a soft voice calling him from his garage: 'Hey, pal—your headlights are on!'