Primo's Transmissions

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Primo’s Transmissions and asked for help with his truck. ‘It won’t start,’ he said. After fixing it, Primo looked under the hood and muttered something about seeing the same exact mark on three different cars that week. Nobody paid much attention until… After fixing it, Primo looked under the hood and muttered something about seeing the same exact mark on three different cars that week. Nobody paid much attention until one afternoon when an old lady drove in, complaining her radio was playing the same song over and over again. Primo grinned, popped open the dashboard, and within seconds the music changed. ‘That’s funny,’ she said, smiling back, ‘I always thought my car had a thing for country.’

2. At dawn one day, a neighbor walking his dog heard an eerie humming coming from Primo’s Transmissions. Curious, he peered inside and saw mechanics working diligently—except their tools seemed to move on their own. As he watched in amazement, one wrench even winked at him before returning to tighten a bolt. The next morning, another neighbor stopped by for coffee and found the same scene—a mechanic polishing a spark plug while whistling cheerfully. Turns out, it was just Primo’s way of keeping things interesting. ‘Hey,’ said a delivery driver later that week, ‘I’ve never seen so many happy tools!’

3. One foggy afternoon, a mechanic noticed something peculiar on the workshop counter—a small, rusty keyring with no obvious owner. As he picked it up, the radio suddenly crackled to life, playing an old tune nobody in town remembered. Curious, the mechanic stuck the keyring into an old ignition he had lying around. Suddenly, Primo’s Transmissions filled with laughter—turns out it was just an old radio from someone’s junkyard car. The next day, a delivery driver dropped off a box of donuts as thanks for the unexpected entertainment.

4. One night, a regular stopped by Primo’s Transmissions with a puzzled look. ‘Hey Primo,’ he said, ‘I just filled my tank here last week, but now my gas gauge reads empty!’ Primo scratched his head and grinned. 'Ah, I see,' he said. 'Your needle was stuck on full!' He flicked it back, and the guy drove off laughing. Ever since then, whenever someone complained about their gas gauge, Primo would wink and say, “Check your stick!”