Ogden Automotive

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Ogden Automotive and noticed something peculiar. The smell of fresh-baked bread wafted through the workshop, mingling with the usual grease and oil. Curious, he followed the scent and found an old gentleman in overalls, busily whipping up a batch of dough. ‘I bake these for my grandkids,’ he explained, flour dusting his glasses. The delivery driver left with a warm smile and a freshly baked pastry—Ogden Automotive’s secret ingredient turned out to be more than just engine grease.’

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Ogden Automotive and was startled by an eerie humming sound coming from under the hood of the shop's own truck. The delivery driver peered inside, but saw nothing unusual. Just as he relaxed, a friendly mechanic poked his head out from behind the engine block and asked with a smile, 'Need some help there?' Turned out it was just the old truck’s muffler making ghostly noises. Everyone had a good laugh, and the delivery guy left with a newfound respect for Ogden Automotive.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Ogden Automotive and saw a sign in the window that read: ‘If your engine sounds like a dinosaur, bring it here—we have a T-Rex bone for just such occasions!’ The delivery driver laughed nervously as he walked inside. The mechanic, wearing grease-stained overalls, looked up from under the hood of an old truck and said, 'Ah, you must be the lucky one with the dinosaur engine!' After some time, the car purred like a kitten, and the driver left smiling. A few days later, his neighbor stopped by, asking if they had any spare T-Rex bones for her noisy lawnmower.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Ogden Automotive and found an old, dusty guitar leaning against the garage wall. The mechanic picked it up curiously, strummed a few notes, then grinned at the delivery driver. ‘Hey,’ he said, ‘looks like your pal left his axe here.’ The next morning, a neighbor stopped by with a new sticker for the shop window: “Ogden Automotive – Fixing Cars Since Always, Playing Guitars Forever.”