Saigon Auto Repair

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Saigon Auto Repair, where mechanics spoke Vietnamese and English alike, an old regular named Tony always parked his rusty pickup in the same spot. One day, as he walked in, he exclaimed, ‘Hey guys, my truck’s been talking to me!’ One mechanic looked up from his wrench and replied, 'Really? What does it say?' Tony scratched his head, then grinned sheepishly. 'It keeps telling me “Gas low,”' he laughed. The story became a weekly joke among the staff until one morning, everyone found Tony's truck filled with flowers—obviously from someone who understood the language of love.'

2. At Saigon Auto Repair, where mechanics spoke Vietnamese and English alike, one morning a delivery driver exclaimed, ‘Hey, look at that license plate!’ Everyone crowded around the window as they saw the number plate read: ‘TUNE UP.’ Everyone burst out laughing—turns out it was just a new customer with a vanity plate. The mechanic joked, ‘Now we know why your engine purred like a kitten!’ From then on, whenever someone asked about the mysterious license plate, our delivery guy proudly replied, ‘It’s TUNE UP, man—it means business is good!’

3. At Saigon Auto Repair, where mechanics spoke Vietnamese and English alike, one day a delivery driver exclaimed, ‘Hey, look at that tire!’ pointing to something unusual on the pavement outside. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be an old rubber ducky stuck in the drain. The mechanic joked, 'Looks like someone lost their bath toy!' A regular laughed, saying, 'Probably a neighbor's kid playing pranks again.' And so, amidst laughter and banter, another day at Saigon Auto Repair ended with a little bit of fun.

4. At Saigon Auto Repair, where mechanics spoke Vietnamese and English alike, one afternoon a curious little dog wandered into the workshop. As he approached the open hood of a car, everyone watched in surprise when the engine suddenly purred like a contented cat. A nearby delivery driver joked, ‘Must be why they call it Saigon—cars run on love here!’ The mechanic laughed and said, ‘Or maybe just some good old-fashioned grease.’ The dog wagged his tail happily as if understanding everything.