About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when the garage doors closed and the neon lights dimmed, a soft humming sound could be heard coming from inside AAA Carolinas. A delivery driver noticed it first—an eerie, almost musical tone that grew louder as he approached the building. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old mechanic, dancing in circles around his tools, eyes closed, lips moving silently along with the rhythm. Turns out, the man had found an ancient tune on his radio and was grooving away while fixing cars—a secret ritual passed down through generations of AAA Carolinas mechanics. The delivery driver left, shaking his head and smiling, thinking, ‘next time I’ll bring him some earplugs.’
2. In the early morning hours, before anyone else arrived for service, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the loading bay. Among the usual boxes and packages sat an old, dusty guitar case, its owner long forgotten. Curious, he opened it gently—inside was just an old, tattered sheet of paper with scribbled lyrics. Smiling, he decided to keep it as a joke gift for his friend who loved finding random stuff. Months later, while fixing another car, they recognized the song and burst out laughing, realizing their daily routine had become a small town legend.
3. Late one Friday afternoon, an old mechanic was finishing up some repairs in the workshop. Suddenly, he heard a familiar voice from behind the counter: 'Hey, Joe, could you take a look at my engine?' The voice belonged to no one but himself—except that it sounded younger and more enthusiastic. Joe looked around confused, then realized with a smile that his younger self had brought along a friend—a friendly delivery driver who needed help with his truck. They spent the next hour chatting, fixing engines, and laughing like old times before the younger version finally drove off, leaving Joe pondering if maybe he should retire later than planned.
4. Late one Friday afternoon, an old mechanic was finishing up some repairs in the garage when he heard it—a faint humming sound coming from under the hood of an ancient truck. Curious, he popped open the engine cover, only to discover rows upon rows of tiny glowing LED lights dancing across the metal like fireflies on a summer night. As he watched, mesmerized, the little lights began forming patterns—first a smiley face, then a heart, and finally, a message that read ‘Thank you for your patience.’ The old man laughed out loud, realizing these weren’t just any LEDs; they were the truck’s way of saying goodbye. Turns out, the owner had passed away, and his last wish was for everyone who fixed his beloved truck to know how much he appreciated their work.