Auto Trim Specialists

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Auto Trim Specialists with a strange package. As he unloaded it onto the back counter, he noticed an old toolbox sitting there, its paint chipped and rust spots showing through. Curious, he opened it—only to discover a stack of vintage racing posters from the 1970s. The delivery driver grinned, thinking maybe someone was playing a prank. He posted one poster on his fridge that night, and soon enough, other neighbors started dropping off their own old racing memorabilia. Before long, Auto Trim Specialists became the unofficial local museum of classic car culture.

2. A neighborhood kid was pedaling past Auto Trim Specialists one afternoon when he noticed something odd. The garage door was wide open, but no cars were inside—just an old toolbox left out in plain sight. Suddenly, a delivery driver emerged from around the corner and casually walked into the empty garage. ‘Hey,’ he called out, “Where’s my package?” The kid burst into laughter as the man looked around puzzled, then turned back with a smile: “Guess I’ll just leave it here.” He placed the box on the old toolbox before heading off.

3. On a particularly foggy morning, an old truck pulled into Auto Trim Specialists for routine maintenance. As the mechanic worked under the hood, he kept glancing at the dashboard clock, which seemed to be ticking slower than usual. Suddenly, the clock struck twelve with such force that it fell off the dash and landed on the mechanic’s foot. He yelped, but then noticed the time had jumped ahead exactly twenty minutes—just enough for him to finish tightening the last bolt before his break. The old truck’s owner—a friendly delivery driver—grinned and said, ‘Guess your clocks are as reliable as your repairs!’

4. A regular customer named Joe walked in and declared, ‘I’ve got a funny feeling my car’s talking to me!’ The mechanics looked puzzled until they heard it too—a soft humming coming from under the hood. One of the mechanics, a young guy named Alex, leaned closer and said, ‘Sir, I think your engine is singing the alphabet song.’ They all laughed as Joe shook his head, muttering, “Well, whatever it is, it better not be asking for money!”