Midas

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Midas, where mechanics are artists and cars come alive, a regular once quipped, ‘I left my engine here, but I’m not sure it’ll ever be the same.’ And then, one morning, everyone noticed something odd—all the cars parked outside seemed to be humming in perfect harmony. Soon enough, word spread that if you parked your car overnight at Midas, it would wake up with an unexpected tune. A delivery driver joked he’d leave his truck there permanently so it could learn Beethoven’s Fifth. The next morning, as everyone gathered for coffee, they heard a familiar sound—a whole fleet of cars serenading them in unison. Turns out, Midas had installed tiny speakers under each hood, playing classical music while repairs were done. It was the most charming mechanic shop anyone had ever seen.

2. At Midas garage one morning, a delivery driver announced over the intercom: ‘If your car could talk, it would probably ask for a raise.’ Suddenly, an old mechanic grunted from behind his grease-smeared glasses: ‘Actually, I heard my car whispering last night—it said “I deserve better benefits!”’ Everyone burst out laughing as the delivery driver nodded knowingly and muttered under his breath, ‘Yep, that’s our Midas.’

3. At Midas, where mechanics work their magic, a little boy pointed excitedly at the ceiling. His dad looked up too—and saw nothing but dusty pipes. Yet the boy insisted there were talking engines whispering secrets above them. Finally, one mechanic leaned in and whispered back, ‘Sonny, those aren’t engines—those are just old radiators singing lullabies.’ The boy smiled and nodded, satisfied. From then on, whenever anyone asked why he loved Midas so much, he’d simply say, ‘Because they talk to my imagination!’

4. At Midas, where mechanics fix cars with precision, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar on the workshop floor—a tiny metal keyring shaped like a tire iron. Curious passersby began gathering around it, whispering about its origins. Word spread quickly through the neighborhood, and soon enough, an old man approached, smiling warmly. ‘That’s my lucky charm,’ he said, rubbing his pocket. ‘I lost it here years ago while working on my car.’ The delivery driver laughed, shaking his head. ‘Guess it never left, huh?’