Bud’s Zuni Service

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, an old pickup truck pulled up to Bud's Zuni Service. A delivery driver jumped out and headed straight for the shop door with a puzzled look on his face. On the hood of his truck, next to a toolbox and a half-eaten sandwich, sat a small wooden carousel horse. ‘What the heck?’ thought Bud as he picked up the little horse. ‘Must’ve fallen off some kid’s toy.’ He cleaned it up, polished its paint, and placed it back where he found it. Months later, the same delivery driver returned, grinning ear-to-ear. ‘Hey Bud,’ he said, ‘remember that horse? My granddaughter gave it to me—she loves coming here!’

2. A little boy walked into Bud’s Zuni Service one afternoon, staring wide-eyed at the old engine parts scattered around. His mother tried to distract him with candy, but nothing could take away the look of wonder when he saw the mechanic polishing a rusty carburetor that seemed to glow in the dim light. Finally, the mechanic turned to the boy and asked, ‘You want to be just like your dad someday?’ The boy nodded solemnly. The next morning, Bud found a note on his door: “Dear Mr. Zuni, my son wants to be a mechanic too—can you please teach him?” Bud smiled and wrote back, “Sure thing, bring him by tomorrow.”

3. Early one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Bud's Zuni Service with a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper. As he approached the counter, he noticed a small hole in the package, and from it peeked out a pair of curious eyes. The eyes belonged to a tiny kitten who had snuck inside the package for warmth. Bud took pity on her, fed her some milk, and soon she became a regular visitor. Now, whenever someone mentions Bud's place, they talk not just about his excellent repairs but also about ‘that friendly little cat that always hangs around.’

4. A regular stopped by one evening, muttering under his breath as he fiddled with his keys. The garage door creaked open just enough for him to squeeze through, and suddenly—nothing happened. No beeping, no lights flashing, not even a single click. The silence stretched on so long that Bud, the gruff mechanic, finally looked up from his toolbox. With a puzzled expression, he asked, 'You sure you turned it on?' The man glared back, then sheepishly reached into his pocket and pulled out a remote control, pressing a button with a big smile. The garage door whirred to life, revealing Bud's famous sign: "We fix cars... eventually."}