Advance Import Auto

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar on the workshop shelf: an old, dusty keyring shaped like a tiny American flag. Nobody claimed it, and soon strange things started happening around the garage—tools disappeared only to reappear later in odd places, and customers began receiving mysterious notes with cryptic messages. Finally, one night, a mechanic found a note taped inside his toolbox: ‘Your tools are now citizens of Advance Import Auto.’ The next day, all the missing wrenches and sockets lined up neatly outside the shop, each holding a tiny American flag. Since then, whenever someone mentions the place, people just smile and say, “That’s where your car goes for its patriotic checkup.”

2. One day, while waiting for his car to be fixed, a regular muttered under his breath, ‘I wonder if they use magic wrenches in here?’ The next week, he came back with a new set of tires and quipped, ‘Better bring out your special enchanted ones today!’ A few weeks later, an anxious delivery driver asked the mechanic, 'Will you fix my truck with those magical wrenches?' With a twinkle in his eye, the mechanic replied, 'Trust me, son, our wrenches are just as magical when it comes to getting the job done!' And sure enough, the truck was fixed faster than anyone expected.

3. One afternoon, as customers waited impatiently in the waiting area, the shop’s PA system crackled to life with an unexpected announcement: ‘Attention, ladies and gentlemen—your cars are now officially imported from beyond!’ Everyone froze for a moment before bursting into laughter. The mechanic, a gruff old fellow named Joe, shrugged and said, 'Just thought it’d keep you entertained while we work our magic.' And so, whenever someone mentioned 'import,' everyone joked that their car had come from somewhere exotic—and maybe even space.

4. One morning, the shop’s PA system blared out: ‘Attention, ladies and gentlemen! Your cars are ready—please collect your vehicles immediately!’ A delivery driver rushed in, frantically searching for his truck. ‘Mine!’ he shouted, pointing at a gleaming silver SUV. The mechanic shook his head with a smile: ‘No mate, that’s Mr. Smith’s Range Rover.’ A few minutes later, an elderly gentleman approached, scratching his head. ‘Is my car here?’ he asked nervously. The mechanic nodded towards a beat-up old van parked next to a Porsche. ‘Yep, that’s yours,’ he said with a twinkle in his eye.