Greg's Japanese Auto - Federal Way

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, an exhausted delivery driver pulled up to Greg’s Japanese Auto in Federal Way. As he stepped out of his truck, he noticed something strange—an old man in traditional kimono was walking briskly towards him, carrying a toolbox and muttering something about ‘the engine whisperer.’ ‘What time do you close?’ asked the puzzled driver. The old man stopped, smiled wisely, and replied, ‘We fix cars until they purr like kittens.’ Then he disappeared into the workshop, leaving behind only the sound of laughter from inside. Since then, locals say that if your car needs special attention, just leave it at Greg’s after midnight—it’ll be fixed by morning!’

2. Late one night, an exhausted delivery driver pulled up to Greg’s Japanese Auto and asked, ‘Do you fix cars or ghosts?’ Greg looked up from his wrench with a sleepy smile. 'Just cars tonight,' he said. The delivery driver relaxed, relieved, and soon both were laughing as Greg fixed his truck—with nary a ghost in sight.