Intermountain Radiator & Muffler

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a little boy walked into Intermountain Radiator & Muffler and pointed excitedly at something on the ceiling. The mechanic looked up and saw nothing but dusty pipes. ‘What did you see?’ he asked curiously. The boy insisted there was a ghostly figure waving at him from above. The mechanic shook his head and smiled, thinking maybe the kid had seen some old poster or sign. But then another customer—a delivery driver—also claimed to spot the same figure. Soon everyone in the shop was peering upwards, trying not to laugh. Finally, an old neighbor popped in and declared confidently, 'That’s just Mr. Smith's old ghostly reflection off those dirty windows.' Everyone laughed, the mystery solved, and business returned to normal.

2. A curious poodle sauntered into Intermountain Radiator & Muffler one afternoon, sniffing intently around the greasy tools and strange odors. The mechanic looked up, puzzled, as the dog paused by an old radiator, tilting its head in confusion. The mechanic scratched his head, then reached down and picked up a small bone from under the counter. With a shrug, he offered it to the poodle, who happily accepted and scurried off, tail wagging. A few minutes later, the owner of the poodle—a gruff delivery driver—stormed in, demanding to know where his dog had gone. 'She just took off,' the mechanic said with a smile, pointing towards the door.

3. At midnight, an unfamiliar humming noise began echoing from behind Intermountain Radiator & Muffler's workshop door. Curious, a mechanic cracked open the door just enough for his head. A soft glow illuminated an old man in coveralls, polishing a radiator with a smile. ‘Just helping out,’ he said. The humming stopped, and everyone went back to sleep—except for the occasional laughter when someone mentioned ‘Uncle Ted’s secret shift.’

4. At dawn, when most mechanics were just brewing coffee, a mysterious van pulled up outside Intermountain Radiator & Muffler. Its headlights never turned on, yet it seemed to know exactly where to park. The mechanic, rubbing sleep from his eyes, approached the silent vehicle. He popped the hood—nothing but empty air inside. Turning around, he saw an old man waving from behind the wheel. ‘Just needed some love and tuning,’ chuckled the stranger as he climbed out, revealing no face beneath his hat. The mechanic shrugged and went back to work, muttering, 'Another day in paradise.'