Auto Action

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when Auto Action’s neon lights were the only glow on the deserted street, a delivery driver noticed something strange. Every time he pulled up to unload parts, he caught a glimpse of an old man adjusting headlights in the back lot—only no one had ever seen him before. Finally, our delivery guy asked a neighbor who the mysterious tinkerer was. Turns out it was just an elderly gentleman fixing his own car—a regular around town known for helping anyone with their vehicles. The next day, the old man waved and said, ‘Thanks for noticing my little project!’

2. At dawn, when Auto Action's garage door creaked open for the first time that day, a delivery driver noticed something odd. The air smelled like freshly baked cookies instead of usual engine grease and oil. As he looked closer, he saw a small oven with warm chocolate chip cookies sitting on a workbench. A friendly mechanic emerged from behind the counter, smiling and offering him one. ‘Morning,’ said the mechanic. ‘Just our way of saying thanks for always bringing your car here.’ The delivery driver took a bite, nodded in approval, and drove off, wondering if maybe Auto Action had found a secret recipe for keeping customers happy.

3. At dusk, a delivery driver pulled up to Auto Action and asked the mechanic, ‘Do you sell magic oil? My engine always purrs after you fill it up!’ The mechanic scratched his head, grinned, and replied, 'Magic oil? Nah, I just use top-grade stuff.' The next day, the delivery driver returned with a smile, saying, 'Works every time!' And so, for years, Auto Action became known as the place where your car never complained—until someone finally tested the oil in the office coffee maker.

4. At midnight, when Auto Action’s neon sign was the lone beacon in the dark, a delivery driver pulled up with a mysterious package. The mechanic eyed it suspiciously but opened the door anyway. Inside was an old cassette tape labeled ‘80s Hits’. The mechanic shrugged and popped it into the stereo. Suddenly, the garage filled with cheesy synth music, and everyone started dancing—even the tools on the shelves joined in! It turned out to be a prank from a neighbor who wanted to lighten up the place.