Custom Perfection Auto

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while a delivery driver was waiting for his truck to be fixed, he noticed something strange. His little dog started barking furiously at an old tire lying on the workshop floor. The dog wouldn’t stop until the mechanic picked it up and examined it closer. Upon closer inspection, the mechanic found that the tire had a tiny note stuck inside: ‘Thanks for fixing my brakes last week!’ It turned out to be a prank from a neighbor who always complained about loud noises when she parked her car.’

2. A little boy walked into Custom Perfection Auto one afternoon, staring wide-eyed at the old clock on the wall. His father, a regular customer, watched him closely as the hands seemed to move backwards for a split second before returning to normal. The mechanic, noticing the boy’s fascination, smiled and asked if he wanted to see how cars were fixed. The boy nodded enthusiastically, and soon they were both engrossed in explaining how engines work. As the day drew to an end, the old clock struck five—just in time for the mechanic to shout ‘Happy hour!’ and pour himself a well-deserved beer.

3. In the early hours of a Sunday morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Custom Perfection Auto. The street was quiet except for an odd humming noise coming from inside the workshop. As he approached the door, it suddenly opened with a loud click, revealing a sleepy mechanic in his pajamas. ‘Hey,’ said the mechanic, rubbing his eyes, 'you must be our new delivery guy? We’ve been expecting you!’ The delivery driver blinked, confused, and then burst out laughing—turns out, Custom Perfection Auto had just installed a new automated entrance system that recognized regular customers.

4. In the early hours of a Sunday morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Custom Perfection Auto. The street was quiet, but as he stepped inside, he noticed something strange—a small, glowing neon sign that hadn’t been there before. Curious, he approached it and read ‘Open All Night’ in tiny letters. Inside, an old mechanic with sleepy eyes greeted him, muttering something about ‘another late-night oil change.’ As the driver left, he waved goodbye to the neighbor who’d just dropped off his car for repairs—who happened to be the same mechanic, now snoring softly behind the counter.