About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. A little boy walked into the shop one morning, dragging his scooter behind him. As he approached the counter, his eyes widened and he pointed excitedly towards the ceiling. The mechanic looked up too—and saw nothing but ordinary lights. Yet every day after that visit, the boy returned with the same amazed expression. Finally, the owner decided to check above the counter himself. There was just another light bulb, but now everyone in town knew about it—including a delivery driver who drove past daily and laughed each time he saw the crowd gathering outside. The sign finally came down when someone suggested it might attract more customers if they installed a real neon sign reading ‘Express Fun & Mystery’ instead.
2. A delivery driver pulled up to the shop one afternoon, muttering under his breath. ‘Why does it always rain when I’m here?’ He looked up just in time to see a puddle forming around his tires. The mechanic popped out with a smile and said, ‘Looks like you’ve got some water on your rims today!’ The driver shook his head, laughing softly. ‘It’s almost like this place has a thing for making things wet,’ he quipped as he climbed back into his truck. From then on, whenever it rained, locals would joke that Express Oil Change had a secret hose hidden somewhere.
3. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to the shop and noticed something strange. The air around the tires section seemed to hum softly, like an invisible orchestra tuning up. Curious, he peered inside and saw nothing unusual—just a mechanic adjusting tires as usual. Suddenly, a nearby tire spoke up in a deep rumbling voice, ‘Need another rotation?’ Everyone burst out laughing, realizing it was just static electricity from old rubber. After that, whenever anyone mentioned ghostly noises, people smiled and said, “Probably just Express Oil’s tire engineers tuning their instruments again.”
4. A curious poodle bounded into the shop one day, its tail wagging furiously as it sniffed around the tires. The mechanic, scratching his head, asked, ‘Did you bring your owner’s license?’ The poodle paused, then wagged harder and trotted out, tail still wagging. A few minutes later, a confused-looking man walked in, sheepishly explaining he’d been walking his dog when she decided to check out the new tires.’