Autohaus

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Autohaus, a regular would always bring in his old coffee can filled with loose change. One day, an announcement crackled over the workshop PA: ‘Attention, everyone—your donations are now officially accepted in nickels and dimes only!’ Soon enough, a delivery driver arrived with a cardboard box full of pennies. With a big smile, he announced, 'I thought you might appreciate my contribution in pennies!' The mechanic shook his head and replied, 'Thanks, but today we're only taking nickels and dimes.' The driver shrugged and walked away, muttering something about 'penny-pinchers' under his breath.

2. At Autohaus, every Tuesday morning a delivery driver would arrive exactly at 8 sharp, but no one knew why. One day, an old neighbor stopped by and asked what all the fuss was about. Turns out, he recognized the delivery guy from high school—same quiet kid who always showed up early for everything. Since then, everyone knows that Tuesdays are for catching up with old friends over coffee and cars.

3. At Autohaus, one day an old man walked in carrying a large cardboard box under his arm. The mechanics looked inside curiously and found it full of tiny, perfectly polished nuts and bolts. The owner, Karl, smiled knowingly. ‘He’s been coming here for years,’ he said with a twinkle. ‘Every time he brings his car in, he leaves something behind.’ A few minutes later, out popped a small note from the box: “Just wanted to say thanks for always fixing my car so well.” Turned out, it was just a friendly neighborhood retiree who liked leaving little surprises.

4. At Autohaus, a sign above the entrance reads ‘If your car is unhappy, bring it here.’ One night, after hours of work, a mechanic hears something strange coming from the empty lot next door. Curious, he steps outside and sees a headlight shining through the darkness. He follows the beam only to discover… He peers around the corner and spots an old bicycle slowly pedaling towards him, its headlight casting eerie shadows. The bike stops, and a voice whispers, 'Need some tire pressure help?' Turns out it was just a neighborhood kid on his way home from scout camp.