AL's Auto Clinic

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At AL’s Auto Clinic, customers often noticed an odd occurrence late at night. A little boy with twinkling eyes would appear out of nowhere, peering curiously into cars being repaired. No one knew who he was or where he came from, but whenever he approached a vehicle, the engine would start purring like never before. One evening, a delivery driver mentioned casually that maybe it was just the ghost of AL’s long-dead uncle, who loved tinkering with engines. The next morning, everyone found a note on their windshield: ‘Thanks for your patience! Uncle Al fixed your car while you slept.’ Everyone laughed, and soon enough, the mysterious boy became part of the clinic’s charming legend.

2. At AL’s Auto Clinic, early mornings were usually quiet, but one foggy dawn something peculiar happened. As the first rays of sun peeked over the horizon, a delivery driver pulled up with a mysterious package. The label read simply: ‘For AL, from Mechanics Anonymous.’ AL carefully unwrapped the package, revealing a small tin can with a note: 'Just what every garage needs—silence!' Turning around, he found his neighbor grinning and whispering, 'Happy early birthday, AL.'

3. At AL’s Auto Clinic, mechanics often heard strange noises after hours. One evening, a delivery driver asked aloud: ‘Is it just me, or does that wrench sound like it’s singing?’ Suddenly, another mechanic piped up: ‘It sounds like it’s doing karaoke!’ They all burst out laughing until they realized the wrench had stopped. A moment later, it started humming again—this time in perfect pitch. The whole workshop joined in, and soon AL’s Auto Clinic was known for its impromptu garage sing-alongs.

4. At AL’s Auto Clinic, on particularly stormy nights, mechanics would hear an old radio playing faintly from the waiting room. No one could ever figure out whose it belonged to or why it turned itself on only during thunderstorms. One night, a delivery driver waited impatiently in the eerie quiet until he heard the distant static. Curious, he walked into the empty lobby and found himself facing an old radio with a crooked antenna. Smiling, he adjusted it slightly—next thing he knew, the storm was gone, replaced by country music. Turned out, the radio had been tuned to his favorite station all along.