Frantz Automotive Center

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the streetlights dimmed and cars quieted down, a strange humming sound would occasionally come from Frantz Automotive Center's workshop. A delivery driver noticed it first—every morning, he’d pull up to drop off parts and swear he heard the faint whirring even through his truck’s engine. One day, an old mechanic named ‘a regular’ came in for his usual tune-up. He asked the delivery guy, ‘You hear that noise too?’ The guy nodded, grinning sheepishly. Turns out, it was just the owner’s new espresso machine, kept in the corner of the shop. Since then, everyone jokes that Frantz Automotive Center is open twenty-four hours—not for repairs, but for coffee!’

2. At dawn, when most mechanics were just stretching their legs, an old pickup truck pulled up to Frantz Automotive Center. The delivery driver stepped out, whistling, but something odd caught his eye: the workshop clock seemed to be moving backward. The delivery driver scratched his head and said, ‘I guess time really is relative around here!’ He shrugged it off and went inside to get his job done. Later that day, a neighbor popped in for routine maintenance and asked if anyone had seen anything strange lately. A mechanic replied with a smile, ‘Only clocks running backwards—nothing unusual.’

3. At closing time, when the last mechanic locked up for the day, a voice from behind the counter said, ‘Hey, did anyone notice how our coffee machine seems to brew better after hours?’ Curious, one of the mechanics walked over and peered into the coffee maker. 'It’s just brewing slower,' he muttered. Suddenly, an older gentleman walked in, smelling of oil and grease. 'Morning, guys!' he said cheerfully. 'I brought you some fresh donuts.' The mechanics looked at each other, grinned, and never mentioned it again—except maybe to their favorite regular.

4. At midnight, when only crickets chirped outside, a soft clicking noise echoed through Frantz Automotive Center's empty workshop. A delivery driver passing by swore it came from inside one of the closed service bays. Curious, the delivery driver peered through the window and saw an old mechanic’s hat bobbing up and down in time with the clicks. Inside, an ancient cat named Rusty was sitting on a toolbox, purring contentedly as he dozed off to his favorite soundtrack—an old timer’s wrench tapping against an oil pan. The driver chuckled, shook his head, and drove away, muttering something about ‘old-timer mechanics’ and their quirks.