High Country Transmission

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A delivery driver pulled up to High Country Transmission one morning, puzzled by an old shoe propped against the front door. Curious, he opened it and found more shoes inside—all neatly arranged in pairs. Over the next few weeks, odd items appeared: an abandoned lunchbox, a weathered hat, even a small potted plant. No one claimed them. Finally, a neighbor dropped off an old teddy bear with a note: ‘Hope you’re doing better than my transmission!’ The mechanic laughed, shaking his head. That evening, a regular customer asked, ‘So, any idea whose stuff these are?’ The mechanic shrugged, smiling: ‘Nope, but they sure know how to pick good mechanics.’

2. A curious delivery driver pulled up to High Country Transmission one day, asking with a smile: ‘Hey, I’ve been delivering here for months—why do you always seem so happy when I come in?’ With a twinkle in his eye, the mechanic replied, 'Simple, my friend. Every time you come, I get to fix your noisy transmission—and that means I get to hear your jokes!' The delivery driver blushed and mumbled something about needing better material, while the mechanic just laughed and waved him off.

3. A mechanic was deep in concentration, wrenching away at a transmission, when he heard a strange noise outside. Peering through the window, he saw a neighbor struggling to push a shopping cart filled with mysterious boxes. The mechanic grinned and shouted, ‘Need some help there, neighbor?’ He quickly finished tightening the last bolt and rushed out. Turns out the mystery boxes were old records for a garage sale, and the guy had forgotten his keys inside. The mechanic unlocked the door, and they both laughed as the neighbor pulled out an ancient vinyl copy of Led Zeppelin’s ‘Physical Graffiti.’ ‘Looks like you’ve got quite the collection here,’ said the mechanic, grinning. ‘Just wish I could fix cars as easily as fixing friendships!’

4. A little girl skipped into High Country Transmission, her eyes wide as she pointed towards the ceiling. ‘Mommy,’ she whispered, ‘look at that funny shadow!’ Mechanic Bill looked up curiously and rubbed his chin. ‘Hmm, looks like a ghost of an old transmission,’ he said with a smile. The little girl giggled, and her mom shook her head, muttering something about kids’ imaginations. As they left, Mechanic Bill turned back to the shadow and grinned, knowing it was just another day in High Country Transmission—where even the shadows had stories to tell.