Auto Machine Specialties

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Auto Machine Specialties usually hummed with activity, an old pickup truck pulled up to the service bay. The delivery driver, a regular, climbed out and said something odd to the mechanic: 'I brought you not just parts today, but also a mystery.' The mechanic raised an eyebrow as he inspected the box. ‘A mystery, huh?’ He opened it, revealing a dusty old coffee thermos. ‘Well, thanks for the brew,’ he grinned, ‘but next time bring me some parts, not stories.’ The delivery driver shrugged and drove off, muttering under his breath that sometimes mysteries are best left unsolved.

2. At dawn, when Auto Machine Specialties usually hummed with activity, an old pickup truck pulled up and its owner started working on something under the hood. Suddenly, a strange, rhythmic tapping sound filled the air—like someone playing the drums with spanners. The tapping grew louder, almost like a drum solo, until everyone in the workshop stopped what they were doing and stared at the old man. With a smile, he took off his hat to reveal a pair of drumsticks instead of wrenches. ‘Morning, boys!’ he said cheerfully. The shop erupted into laughter as the morning’s unusual tune became legend among Auto Machine Specialties’ customers.

3. At dawn, when Auto Machine Specialties usually hummed with activity, a delivery driver pulled up in his van and noticed something odd—all the tools were arranged alphabetically on the shelves. Curious, he asked one of the mechanics inside what this meant. With a straight face, the mechanic replied, ‘Oh, that’s just our way of keeping things organized.’ The delivery driver left, shaking his head, wondering if there was anything else unusual going on behind those closed doors. Later that week, he saw an old neighbor pull up for repairs, who joked, “You should see their tool cabinet—it’s like a dictionary come to life!”

4. At dawn, when Auto Machine Specialties usually hummed with activity, a delivery driver pulled up in front of the shop. He noticed something odd: every morning, exactly at 5:30 AM, an unseen hand placed a fresh donut box on the counter. The delivery driver smiled and left the box untouched, deciding it was part of the shop’s mysterious charm. Months later, he caught a familiar face behind the counter—his own neighbor, who sheepishly admitted: ‘Hey, I’ve been making those donuts for you!’