Master Tech Automotive Service

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a little boy walked into Master Tech Automotive Service and asked for directions to ‘the place where cars dance.’ The mechanic looked puzzled but pointed towards an old garage door that occasionally opened and closed with a peculiar rhythm. Since then, whenever someone mentions Master Tech, kids ask if they’ve seen the dancing garage door. A few days later, a delivery driver pulled up and asked curiously, 'Do you mind if I wait here until your garage door dances?' The mechanic smiled and replied, 'Just pull around back—we don’t want to disturb our regular audience!'

2. One day, an old delivery driver pulled up to Master Tech Automotive Service with a worried look on his face. Over the intercom, the mechanic announced: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, our GPS has decided it’s now the capital of Zambia.’ The entire workshop burst out laughing, but quickly got down to business fixing the glitch. After a few minutes, the GPS chirped confidently: 'You are now in downtown Moscow!' The delivery driver shook hands with the mechanic and left, muttering something about how sometimes technology just needs a good laugh.

3. A neighbor once remarked, 'I swear, every time I drive past Master Tech, my car starts purring like a kitten!' And sure enough, ever since then, whenever someone mentions that place, their engine seems to hum just a little bit louder. One day, a delivery driver pulled up to his boss's office and said, ‘Hey, Chief, you won’t believe what happened at Master Tech today!’ The boss raised an eyebrow, curious. ‘What?’ asked the boss. The driver replied, ‘Well, I drove in with a flat tire, and when I came out—my horn was honking non-stop!’ Everyone laughed, but nobody’s car ever complained again.

4. One night, as a regular drove home after closing, he heard an unusual humming noise coming from Master Tech Automotive Service. Curious, he parked across the street and peered through the window. Inside, the lights were off, but the sound grew louder—like a thousand bees buzzing in unison. Suddenly, a shadowy figure appeared, wielding a spanner like a conductor’s baton. It danced around the workshop, fixing invisible problems with eerie precision. The regular waved discreetly, but the ghostly mechanic didn’t notice. With a final flourish, the humming stopped—and so did our hero’s heart, until he realized it was just the clock radio on the counter.