Cleveland Ave Auto Works

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, an old mechanic named Joe was finishing up some repairs when he heard a soft knock on the door. He opened it to find a delivery driver holding a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper. Joe took the package inside and unwrapped it curiously. Inside was a small bag of freshly baked cookies and a note that read: ‘Thanks for your hard work! A grateful customer.’ The next morning, his neighbor stopped by with breakfast, saying, “Just thought you could use this after last night’s surprise.” Cleveland Ave Auto Works became known for its friendly atmosphere and unexpected acts of kindness.

2. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Cleveland Ave Auto Works and muttered under his breath, ‘I swear I saw that same truck here last week.’ The mechanic looked puzzled for a moment, then burst out laughing. 'You must be seeing things,' he said, pointing to an identical twin brother of the truck parked next door. 'That’s our neighbor's rig!' The delivery driver scratched his head, sheepishly smiling. 'Guess I’ll have to pay better attention.'

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Cleveland Ave Auto Works and muttered something under his breath as he got out of the truck. He walked into the shop, frowning, and said gruffly, 'I need my truck fixed—can you do it before morning?' The mechanic nodded, smiling slightly, and replied, 'No problem, pal. We'll have your baby purring like new by sunrise.' Later that night, as everyone else was asleep, a soft humming could be heard coming from the workshop. It turned out to be just an old neighbor fixing his own truck—and singing along to some classic rock.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Cleveland Ave Auto Works and noticed something strange: the sound of humming came from inside the workshop, as if someone was singing along with the engine's purr. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old mechanic, grease-stained overalls hanging low on his waist, humming along to some long-forgotten tune while adjusting the carburetor. The delivery driver knocked gently on the door, but the man didn’t notice until his toolbox started dancing in time to the music. With a big smile, he waved him in, explaining that ‘this old girl’ had been singing to him all evening.