Silzer Auto Repair

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Silzer Auto Repair with a frown on his face and an empty toolbox in hand. As he stepped out of the truck, he noticed something strange—an old man wearing grease-stained overalls was polishing a tire that wasn’t even there. The delivery driver blinked a few times, rubbed his eyes, and looked again—the tire was truly gone. The old man turned around, smiled warmly, and said, ‘Don’t worry, sonny. I’ve been fixing things here for decades, including ones that ain’t broke yet.’ With that, he disappeared into the shadows, leaving behind only a whiff of motor oil and a faint chuckle. To this day, locals still whisper that Silzer Auto Repair can fix anything… as long as you don’t mind if it’s not actually broken.

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Silzer Auto Repair with a strange package. ‘What’s in here?’ he asked the mechanic suspiciously, pointing at the mysterious box. The mechanic shrugged and said, 'Just some old parts from an ancient car.' He grinned mischievously as he added, ‘But don’t tell anyone—this is my secret stash for fixing our town’s noisiest convertible.’ The delivery driver shook his head and drove off, muttering something about weird mechanics.

3. Early one morning, before sunrise, a delivery driver pulled up to Silzer Auto Repair with a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper. As he approached the workshop door, an old mechanic emerged from the shadows, muttering something about ‘the usual’ and waving him inside. Inside, the mechanic grumbled, ‘Another engine swap, I see.’ He flicked on some ancient tools and muttered, ‘At least it’s not another headlight fix for that nosy neighbor.’ The delivery guy shrugged and said, ‘Ain’t my job to ask questions,’ as they both laughed softly into the early dawn.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Silzer Auto Repair with a strange package. As he approached the workshop, a small dog emerged from under the hood of a car and started wagging its tail excitedly. The delivery driver scratched his head in confusion, but shrugged it off as just another oddity in town. The little dog followed him inside, still wagging happily, until an old mechanic appeared from behind a greasy curtain. ‘Ah,’ he said with a smile, patting the dog on the head, ‘that’s Rusty. He helps us out sometimes.’ The delivery driver laughed and left, never realizing that every time someone dropped off a mysterious package at Silzer Auto Repair, Rusty would greet them with an enthusiastic welcome.