Chandler Auto Body

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Chandler Auto Body with a crate of parts. As he unloaded, he noticed something odd—a small wooden box, wrapped in old newspaper and tied with string, had fallen out among the tools. Curious, he brought it inside. Inside was an ancient pocket watch, clearly long forgotten. The delivery driver chuckled, thinking it must belong to some old mechanic. He wound it up, slipped it into his own pocket, and forgot all about it until one day, while fixing a car, it started ticking away—playing 'Happy Birthday' on its tiny bell. Turns out, it belonged to the owner's great-grandfather, who used to fix cars here back in the twenties.

2. At dawn, when most mechanics were still stretching in their pajamas, an old Ford pickup pulled into Chandler Auto Body. The truck’s owner, a gruff but friendly neighbor, hopped out and asked for something unusual: could they paint his truck camouflage, but only on one side—so it looked like half a dinosaur? The mechanic scratched his head, then grinned and said, ‘Sure thing, pal!’ By lunchtime, the truck was ready—a perfect half-dinosaur camo job that made everyone who saw it laugh. The neighbor drove off, happy as could be, while the other mechanics shook their heads and muttered, ‘Weirdest request ever.’

3. A neighbor stopped by one afternoon and said, ‘You won’t believe what happened here today!’ Curious customers crowded around as he added, ‘I saw a mechanic polishing a car so carefully, you could almost see your face in it.’ Another customer, a delivery driver, chimed in, saying he’d seen the same thing—only this time, the mechanic was washing a truck so thoroughly that he missed his own lunch break! As everyone laughed, someone quipped, ‘Maybe they should open a mirror-polishing service next door.’

4. At midnight, when city streets fall silent, a soft humming began drifting from Chandler Auto Body's workshop. It grew louder each night, like a hummingbird's wings or a distant radio tune. One morning, an old delivery driver walked in, rubbing his ear and grinning sheepishly. ‘What was that noise last night?’ he asked. The mechanic shrugged, smiling broadly. ‘Oh, just our new customer,’ he said. ‘He likes to listen to his car being fixed.’