Baskin Auto Upholstery

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unusually quiet Sunday morning in Bakersfield when a delivery driver pulled up to Baskin Auto Upholstery. The shop usually buzzed with mechanics’ banter and the hum of sewing machines, but today everything seemed eerily silent. As he approached the door, he heard a soft voice from inside: ‘Hey there, stranger—can you help me out? I seem to have misplaced my needle.’ A gruff mechanic’s reply followed: ‘You must be new around here. That’s our owner’s favorite pastime on Sundays.’

2. A regular customer named Joe walked into Baskin Auto Upholstery one day and asked the mechanic, ‘Hey, why does my seat always smell like banana?’ The mechanic shrugged and replied, ‘Probably just your imagination.’ But ever since then, every time someone sat down in that particular chair, they swore it smelled exactly like banana splits. Finally, a delivery driver joked, ‘Maybe it’s because they use bananas to grease the sewing machine!’ Everyone burst out laughing, and from then on, whenever anyone mentioned the banana-scented seats, everyone smiled.

3. A delivery driver arrived early one foggy morning, pulling up to Baskin Auto Upholstery with a mysterious package marked ‘DO NOT OPEN’. As he stepped inside, curious eyes watched from behind the workshop counter. The mechanic took one look at the label and whispered to himself, ‘Oh no, not again!’ He opened the box carefully, revealing an old, dusty teddy bear wrapped in newspaper. With a smile, he turned around and said to the delivery driver, ‘Looks like someone’s kid forgot to sign for their toy.’ The driver laughed, shaking his head, while a regular passing by commented, “Baskin knows everything that gets delivered here.”

4. It was just past midnight on a Thursday when a delivery driver pulled up to Baskin Auto Upholstery with a strange package. The air was heavy with the scent of freshly waxed cars and old leather seats. The delivery driver handed over the box, muttering something about ‘odd request from an old guy down the street.’ An hour later, everyone in the shop heard a faint humming sound coming from behind the workshop door. Curiosity got the better of them, and they found the owner sitting proudly next to his new creation—a velvet-covered Vespa, complete with matching saddlebags. ‘Just for my neighbor,’ he grinned, ‘he always complains about getting wet on his morning commutes!’