SunAuto Tire & Service

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the streetlights dimmed and cars whizzed by, a strange humming sound would occasionally echo from inside SunAuto Tire & Service. A delivery driver noticed it first—a low, rhythmic buzzing that seemed to come from deep within the shop's bowels. Curious, the delivery driver mentioned it to a regular customer who happened to be an old mechanic. Together they sneaked in after hours and discovered the source: an ancient radio tuned to static, forgotten during some long-ago service. From then on, whenever someone asked about the humming, everyone smiled and said it was just SunAuto’s way of listening to the world.

2. At dawn, when most mechanics were still stretching their backs after midnight shifts, an old pickup truck pulled into SunAuto Tire & Service. Its owner, a gruff but friendly farmer, always arrived with a warm smile and a bag of freshly baked cookies for everyone in the shop. One morning, as the mechanic was tightening a particularly stubborn bolt, he heard a soft voice behind him say, 'Need some help there?' Turning around, he saw a little old lady wielding a hairpin with more determination than any socket wrench. After that day, whenever anyone needed assistance, they’d hear her whisper, 'Got a hot wire here...' and there she’d be, ready to lend a hand—literally.'

3. At closing time, as the last mechanic locked up SunAuto Tire & Service, a voice boomed from above: ‘You forgot something!’ Looking up, they saw an old tire sitting on top of the garage roof, winking mischievously. The voice belonged to Mr. Johnson, their long-time neighbor who loved practical jokes. 'Hey guys,' he called down, 'I thought you could use this for your next customer!' Everyone laughed, and the last mechanic shook his head, muttering, 'Next time we'll lock the whole place.'

4. At closing time, as the last mechanic locked up SunAuto Tire & Service, a peculiar scent of fresh-baked cookies wafted through the air. The neighbors started noticing it too—even though no one had seen anyone baking anything. One night, an anonymous donor left a bag of cookies on the doorstep with a note: ‘For your hard work.’ The next morning, a delivery driver found himself unwrapping his breakfast before realizing he hadn’t ordered any. It turned out to be the most mysterious—and delicious—part-time business in town.