Oneida Street Auto Repair & U-Haul

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, an old delivery driver pulled up to Oneida Street Auto Repair & U-Haul with a strange look on his face. As he opened the back door of his truck, a faint whiff of fresh-baked bread wafted through the air—an unexpected aroma for a garage. ‘What in tarnation is that smell?’ asked the mechanic, wrinkling his nose. Turns out, the delivery driver had accidentally brought along a batch of his wife’s famous apple pie from the bakery she worked at. ‘Guess I better get it fixed,’ he chuckled, pointing to his truck’s engine light. The pie was so good, they ended up sharing slices with the neighbors while waiting for repairs—and now everyone jokes that Oneida Street Auto Repair has the best mechanics and dessert!’

2. One morning, a neighbor stopped by with a puzzled look on his face. ‘Why does it smell like popcorn every time I drive past Oneida Street?’ The mechanic smiled and explained, 'We put in some new popcorn scent strips in here for our customers' mood.' The neighbor nodded, still confused but amused, as he drove off, wondering if maybe they should try those strips in their own car too.

3. At dawn, when most mechanics were just brewing coffee, a delivery driver arrived with a peculiar smile. 'Guys,' he whispered, 'I found something interesting in the trunk.' Inside was an old shoebox filled with handwritten notes and photos from around town. Turns out, it belonged to an elderly neighbor who accidentally left it in their truck weeks ago. The delivery driver grinned sheepishly, saying, ‘Guess I’m now officially your good Samaritan.’

4. At sunrise, when most customers were still dreaming of their weekend drives, a delivery driver pulled into Oneida Street Auto Repair. He had a peculiar smile on his face and something unusual under his arm. Under his arm was an old, dusty guitar case. ‘Morning, guys,’ he said cheerfully. Mechanics exchanged glances but went back to work. Later that day, during lunch break, they found him playing blues on the shop’s porch for anyone who stopped by. Word spread fast—now, every Sunday, neighbors bring their cars and stay for stories and music after repairs.’