Midas

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Midas garage, a regular dropped off his car one morning and noticed something peculiar on the service counter—a tiny metal dragon, no bigger than a thumb. It seemed out of place among oil filters and spark plugs. The mechanic picked it up curiously and asked if he’d seen it. The customer shook his head, puzzled. Later that day, while fixing another car, a delivery driver found an identical little dragon in his lunchbox. Word spread quickly around town—maybe Midas was visited by a mythical creature who approved their work? Or perhaps just a prankster with a sense of humor. Either way, everyone started leaving tiny dragons as tips.

2. At midnight, a delivery driver pulled up to Midas with an unusual request. The mechanic took one look at the truck’s engine and smiled mysteriously. ‘I need you to fix something special,’” said the delivery driver. The mechanic nodded knowingly and disappeared into the workshop. An hour later, he emerged holding a small golden keychain shaped like a wrench. ‘It’ll be ready in time for your wife’s birthday tomorrow,’ he grinned. The next morning, everyone in town saw the delivery driver proudly driving his truck—now adorned with a shiny new gold exhaust tip.

3. At dawn, when most mechanics were still stretching in their pajamas, a delivery driver pulled up to Midas with a mysterious package. The box was wrapped in old newspapers and sealed with duct tape. The mechanic opened it curiously, revealing nothing but a rusty screwdriver and an envelope with a note: 'For your troubles.' A few days later, a neighbor dropped off some donuts as thanks for fixing his brake lights—turns out, everyone had been helping each other out.

4. At Midas garage, a mechanic once overheard a customer whispering to her friend: ‘Did you hear that the last three cars fixed here suddenly started singing?’ Curious, the neighbor stopped by for his oil change and asked if everything was okay. The mechanic shrugged it off with a smile, saying only, 'Just another day at Midas.' As he drove away, the neighbor shook his head and muttered, ‘Next time I’ll get my car tuned up somewhere else—maybe they won’t sing!’