Austin Exhaust

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the Austin Exhaust parking lot—a mysterious toolbox filled with tools he’d never seen before. Curious, he opened it and found an old wrench engraved with ‘For the best fix, ask for Rusty.’ He showed it to his colleagues, who decided to pay Austin Exhaust a visit on their next break. And sure enough, when they asked for Rusty, a gruff but friendly mechanic appeared—complete with a handlebar mustache and a rusted toolbox of his own. Turns out, Rusty was just a nickname given to the oldest mechanic there, known for fixing even the most impossible problems with his trusty arsenal of vintage tools.

2. One day, a delivery driver pulled up to Austin Exhaust with a peculiar package. As he unloaded it, he noticed something strange—an old, rusty keyring shaped like a tiny engine hood ornament. Curious, he asked the mechanic if anyone had left anything unusual behind. The mechanic shook his head and suggested keeping an eye out for its owner. Days passed, but no one claimed the mysterious keyring. Finally, one evening, a neighbor stopped by to ask about the oddity. With a twinkle in his eye, the mechanic replied, 'Well, I guess it's ours now!' And so, Austin Exhaust became the proud owners of the world's smallest car hood ornament.

3. One afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to Austin Exhaust and muttered under his breath, ‘What on earth is that smell?’ The mechanic looked up from his wrench and grinned sheepishly. 'Oh, don’t worry,' he said. 'That’s just our secret recipe for keeping cars purring like kittens.' The delivery driver shook his head with a smile, knowing better than to ask any more questions.

4. One night, a delivery driver parked at Austin Exhaust and found an old toolbox left behind. Curious, he opened it—only to discover a mysterious note reading: ‘Take what you need, leave what you don’t.’ The delivery driver grinned, thinking he’d struck gold. Over the next few weeks, whenever something needed fixing around town, he popped into Austin Exhaust, took a wrench here, a screwdriver there—and soon enough, his truck was running like new. One evening, though, while rummaging through the box, he found not just tools but also a small bottle of oil marked with a smiley face. The next morning, his engine purred so sweetly that even his grumpy neighbor stopped by for a compliment. Turning to him, the delivery driver shrugged: ‘Guess I finally returned something.’