About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, an elderly gentleman named Mr. Smith pulled up to In & Out Auto Services Inc. with his trusty old truck. As he stepped out of the cab, he noticed something peculiar—every time he parked near that specific spot, his radio would start playing 'Happy' by Pharrell Williams on its own. Mr. Smith chuckled and asked the mechanic if anyone had been messing around with his truck. The young tech, a bit embarrassed, admitted it was him trying to cheer up the old guy during slow days. From then on, whenever Mr. Smith came in for service, everyone at In & Out Auto Services would secretly turn on 'Happy,' making his visits a little brighter—and maybe even helping them sell more coffee too.
2. At dawn, when most mechanics were still stretching their legs, a delivery driver rushed into In & Out Auto Services Inc., panting and pointing frantically towards the street. "Look! It's moving!” he exclaimed, pointing at something oddly shifting under the early-morning sunshine. Underneath the hood was an old sock caught in the fan belt—nothing more than a neighborhood prankster’s mischief. The mechanic laughed, shook his head, and said, ‘Another day, another sock.’
3. At midnight, when the streets were empty and silent, a strange voice crackled over In & Out’s intercom: ‘Your car is fixed… but now it talks.’ The next morning, a delivery driver pulled up, complained that his truck was talking non-stop, and asked for help. The mechanic shrugged: 'Welcome to the club!' Turned out everyone in town had a chattering car—until they discovered that if you just drove past In & Out’s sign three times, the cars fell silent again. Moral of the story? Sometimes your car gets a mouthy attitude, but it always calms down after a good reminder where it belongs.
4. At 3 AM, when the moonlight filtered through the workshop windows, a soft humming broke the silence. A sign above the entrance read: ‘Closed for Maintenance. Your Car is Being Repaired by Someone Who Believes in Quality Sleep.’ Inside, an old clock ticked gently, and on a workbench lay a half-assembled radio from the 1950s. A neighbor, dropping off his car for an oil change, asked curiously, 'Who's working on my ride?' The gruff voice of the owner replied, 'Sleeping like a baby—your car will be ready tomorrow!'