Ray's Champion Spring

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Ray’s Champion Spring and asked, ‘Hey, do you ever hear that weird noise when I drop off my packages?’ The mechanic shrugged, curious but nonchalant. Since then, every day around noon, an eerie humming sound would fill the garage. Finally, one evening, Ray followed the sound into the back alley. There, nestled among boxes and crates, sat a tiny old man with a harmonica. He smiled and said, 'I just wanted to say thanks for fixing my baby.' Turns out, it was his pet canary who’d been chirping whenever deliveries arrived. Ever since then, Ray kept a fresh bowl of seeds on hand.

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Ray’s Champion Spring. As he got out of his truck, he noticed an odd humming sound coming from inside the garage. Curious, he walked closer—only to see a neon-green glow flickering behind the workshop door. As he peered through the crack, he saw Ray, the owner, dancing around in his overalls, waving a neon-green flashlight and singing along to some old tune on the radio. Turned out, Ray was celebrating his birthday with a little impromptu party. The delivery driver left with a free oil change and a story to tell for years.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Ray’s Champion Spring. As he got out of his truck, he noticed an unusual commotion in the nearby alley—a small dog barking furiously at something invisible. Curious, the driver followed the sound and saw the little dog staring intently into thin air. Suddenly, a voice boomed from nowhere: 'Hey, pal! Can you fix my engine?' The delivery guy looked around, confused, then shrugged and said, 'Sure thing, sir!' Turns out it was just Ray teasing him—another late-night prank from the friendly neighborhood mechanic.

4. Early one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Ray’s Champion Spring. The garage door slowly creaked open, revealing an old mechanic with eyes like those of an owl. He didn’t say a word as he inspected the vehicle, but when he finally spoke, his voice carried through the mist like an ancient tale. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Ray nodded and said, 'It’ll cost ya five bucks.' The driver paid up, shook his hand, and drove off into the fog. As he left, Ray turned to a nearby toolbox and muttered, ‘Another mystery solved.’