Mayer's

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Mayer’s garage one night, an old delivery driver parked his truck and walked in with a worried look on his face. ‘Listen up everyone,’ he said into the intercom, ‘I just delivered something strange…’ ‘It was wrapped in plain brown paper,’ he continued, ‘and when I opened it, there was nothing inside but a note that read “Please fix my engine.”’ The whole place erupted in laughter, including the delivery driver himself. That night became legendary at Mayer’s—everyone always remembered the guy who ordered repairs for an invisible vehicle.’

2. One morning, a neighbor pulled into Mayer’s garage with a strange question: ‘Do you ever hear voices when you work on cars here?’ Mayer shrugged and smiled. 'Only when I’m working on vintage radios,' he replied. The neighbor laughed and drove off, leaving Mayer to his tools and old tunes. From then on, whenever anyone asked if they heard anything odd, Mayer would wink and say, ‘Just my latest customer singing along.’

3. At dawn, when most mechanics were just brewing coffee, an old pickup truck pulled up to Mayer’s garage. The driver, rubbing sleep from his eyes, asked, 'Can you fix something that runs on gas but won’t start until midnight?' Mayer raised an eyebrow and replied with a twinkle in his eye, ‘Sure thing, pal—just bring it back exactly twelve hours later.’ The next night, as the clock struck midnight, the truck roared to life like a champion. Word spread, and soon enough, Mayer’s Garage became famous for its mysterious midnight-starting vehicles. But no one ever asked how he did it—or if they did, Mayer simply smiled and said, ‘It’s just good ol’ fashioned mechanical magic!’

4. At midnight, when only crickets chirped outside, a faint humming sound drifted from Mayer’s garage. A curious mechanic poked his head inside, but found nothing unusual—until he noticed the smell of freshly baked cookies wafting through the workshop. Curious, he followed the scent deeper into the garage and saw an old, gruff-faced man in overalls standing next to an ancient oven. ‘Just my secret recipe,’ said Mayer with a twinkle in his eye. The mechanic shook his head, smiling, and left, never telling anyone—not even the next morning’s delivery driver or the neighbor who stopped by for coffee.