Dellenbach Automotive

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Dellenbach Automotive and noticed an odd humming sound coming from inside. The noise grew louder with each passing minute, like something out of a science fiction movie. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old mechanic dancing around in circles, holding a wrench above his head. ‘What on earth?’ thought the delivery driver. Turns out, it was just the mechanic’s newfound love for retro dance moves while fixing an engine. Everyone had a good laugh, including the neighbor who’d been tapping his foot outside.

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Dellenbach Automotive and noticed an old man standing in the parking lot, muttering to himself and adjusting something under the hood of a vintage car. Curious, the driver walked over and asked what he was doing. The old fellow replied, ‘Just making sure it won’t break down again tomorrow.’ The old man smiled wisely and said, 'This baby's been through enough already.' He patted the car affectionately as if it were his own child. The delivery driver shook his head with a smile, thinking maybe some cars really do have souls. That night, both men left knowing their paths had crossed for a reason.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Dellenbach Automotive and noticed an old sign on the door that read ‘Closed for Lunch.’ He knocked, but no one answered. Curious, he peered inside through the window—only to see the mechanic hard at work, his headlights shining brightly into the shop. The delivery driver watched in amazement as the mechanic’s headlights illuminated every corner of the workshop. Finally, the mechanic looked up, grinned broadly, and said, 'Lunch is over!' The driver laughed and left with a newfound respect for Dellenbach Automotive's dedication.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Dellenbach Automotive and noticed an old man standing in the parking lot, muttering something under his breath as he adjusted his glasses. The delivery driver parked his truck and approached curiously. The old man looked up, smiled warmly, and asked for directions to the nearest gas station. ‘I’m just lost,’ he said sheepishly. As they walked back inside, the owner laughed and shook his head: ‘That’s Mr. Jenkins—always getting turned around.’