R & J Auto

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to R & J Auto and noticed something strange coming from inside—a rhythmic tapping sound like someone was playing drums with their wrench. Curious, he peeked through the window and saw an old mechanic humming along while fixing a car engine, his hands moving in perfect time with the music. As it turned out, the old mechanic had been listening to his favorite radio station on low volume—so low that only his wrenches could hear it. The delivery driver knocked on the door, and when the mechanic switched off the radio, everyone realized they’d been dancing to classic rock for the past hour. From then on, whenever anyone brought their car to R & J Auto, they left with more than just fixed tires—they got a little musical surprise too.

2. One day, an old lady driving her vintage convertible stopped by R & J Auto for some repairs. As she left, she asked the mechanic, ‘Do you know why they call it “road rage”?’ The mechanic thought for a moment and replied, 'Well ma’am, maybe because when people are stuck here all day fixing their cars, they start taking it out on each other!' The old lady laughed heartily and drove off, leaving behind a smile on everyone’s face.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to R & J Auto. The air was heavy with the familiar scent of grease and gasoline, but something else caught his attention—a soft humming sound like distant bees. Curious, he followed the sound to an old workshop in the back. There, amidst the tools and oil drums, sat an ancient radio playing some long-forgotten tune. A gruff voice emerged from it: 'Regular's car won't start again?' It turned out that Mr. Jenkins, the owner, had been fixing cars for decades while listening to the same radio show every evening. The delivery driver left with a smile, thinking how sometimes the best repairs happen when you least expect them.'

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to R & J Auto. The garage door slowly opened, revealing only darkness inside. Suddenly, an old voice crackled from the shadows: 'Need some help?' A gruff mechanic appeared, wiping grease from his hands. The delivery driver nodded, handing over the keys. An hour later, both emerged with a smile—R&J had fixed the engine and even thrown in a free donut.'