Highway Autoworks

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, an old mechanic found something peculiar on the workshop counter—a small, dusty tin can with no label or markings. Curious neighbors and customers started noticing it too, but nobody knew its purpose. Finally, one day a young delivery driver asked the old mechanic, ‘What’s that can been sitting there for months?’ The mechanic shrugged, opened it, and out popped a live goldfish. Turned out, someone had accidentally left their pet in the shop years ago. Ever since then, Highway Autoworks became famous for housing the world’s oldest fish—now happily swimming in a big tank outside.

2. One day, a delivery driver pulled up to Highway Autoworks with a mysterious package. As he walked into the garage, he noticed something odd—an ancient coin glinted from beneath the grease-stained counter. The owner, an old mechanic named Pete, picked it up and said, ‘I found this under the counter every time someone leaves a mystery package.’ The delivery driver laughed and asked if they could keep it. Pete shrugged and replied, ‘Help yourself, son.’ Months later, Pete discovered that the coin was worth nothing more than a nickel. But the story became legendary around town, and whenever anyone dropped off a strange package, they’d joke, “Maybe it’s Highway Autoworks’ lucky charm!”

3. One afternoon, a little boy followed his dad into Highway Autoworks. As he waited for his father, the boy noticed something odd—an old tire swinging gently in the corner, as if someone had left it there just minutes ago. The boy walked over curiously and gave it a gentle push. To his surprise, an old man emerged from behind the workshop counter, grinning broadly. "Hey, kiddo,” he said, “thought you might like that.” And with that, Highway Autoworks became known around town not only for its repairs but also for its mysterious tire-swing greetings.

4. One night, after closing, a lone mechanic locked up Highway Autoworks and headed home. The next morning, while cleaning tools, he noticed something odd in the toolbox—an old keyring with a rusted tag that read ‘Autoworks #1’. Curious, he slipped it into his pocket. Months later, when an old truck needed urgent repairs from a delivery driver, he recognized him as someone who’d brought cars here years ago. Turning around, he found himself face-to-face with none other than… himself! It was just an old duplicate key for a long-abandoned garage down the street.