Perfection Motors

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a little boy walked into Perfection Motors and pointed excitedly at the ceiling. ‘Look!’ he said, “it’s moving!’ The mechanics looked up to see dust motes dancing in a shaft of sunlight—nothing unusual there. But then they noticed something odder: an old tire swinging gently from one of the rafters. A delivery driver overheard the commotion and asked what was going on. After some discussion, it turned out that nobody knew how the tire got there—or why it stopped after just one day. The little boy shrugged and said, 'Maybe it found its own perfect place.' Everyone laughed, and life at Perfection Motors went back to normal… except for occasional mysterious tire sightings.

2. While waiting for his car to be fixed at Perfection Motors, an elderly gentleman overheard two mechanics whispering something about ‘the perfect customer.’ Curious, he asked what they meant. With a sly smile, one mechanic replied, ‘He never tips!’ The old man laughed and said, 'Well, I’ve been coming here for years without ever tipping—maybe you guys should reconsider your definition of perfection!' The mechanics burst out laughing, slapping each other on the back, while their regulars nodded knowingly. That day, Perfection Motors earned not just another satisfied customer, but also a legend in town.

3. At midnight, while mechanics worked late at Perfection Motors, a strange voice crackled over the intercom: ‘Your cars are talking to each other.’ The next day, everyone heard whispers of engines discussing race times and trade secrets. Suddenly, one mechanic asked another, ‘Did you hear that?’ They both leaned closer, listening intently. A minute later, an old van growled from across the lot: “Hey, don’t forget about our meet-up tomorrow!” Everyone laughed, realizing the cars were just friendly neighbors after all.

4. At dawn, a delivery driver pulled up to Perfection Motors with a worried look on his face. ‘Guys,’ he said, handing over a large package, ‘I’m not sure what to do—this box just showed up addressed to your shop.’ Inside was an old, rusty keychain with a note scribbled on it: 'For the best mechanic in town!' Turns out, it was from a neighbor who’d lost his keys and wanted to thank them anonymously. The driver laughed, shaking his head, as he drove off into the morning sun.