About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when Take 5 Oil Change closed its doors, a soft humming sound would occasionally drift out from under the garage door. A delivery driver noticed it first, thinking maybe an engine was running too long. But no cars were left overnight. Curious, the delivery driver mentioned it to a nearby neighbor who happened to be an old mechanic. Together they sneaked a peek inside and found nothing but an ancient radio playing softly in the empty bay. From then on, whenever someone drove by late at night, they’d wave and joke, ‘Hey, Take 5, your oil change is ready!’
2. At dawn, when most mechanics were brewing coffee, an old pickup truck pulled up to Take 5 Oil Change. Its owner, a gruff but friendly farmer, always arrived before sunrise with a mysterious box under his arm. The farmer quietly approached the counter and said, ‘Need your usual oil change, plus could you check if my dashboard lights work?’ The mechanic raised an eyebrow, then opened the box—inside was a vintage toolbox from the 1950s. After some fiddling, he grinned, ‘Yup, everything’s working fine.’ The farmer nodded, paid cash, and drove off into the morning mist. To this day, no one knows why that old man kept bringing in the same truck every month for just an oil change.’
3. At midnight, when Take 5 Oil Change’s neon sign flickered, a faint scent of freshly baked cookies wafted through the air. The delivery driver shrugged it off as his imagination, but every morning after, the aroma grew stronger. One day, an elderly neighbor stopped by with a box of homemade cookies, explaining that he’d been following the scent for weeks and couldn’t resist investigating. It turned out the cookies were just part of a friendly neighborhood tradition—everyone brought them over whenever they smelled something delicious from Take 5 Oil Change.
4. At closing time, when Take 5 Oil Change’s lights dimmed, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the rearview mirror. His headlights reflected not just empty streets but a shadowy figure, standing motionless and watching him leave. Curious, he slowed down and looked back again—this time it was just his reflection in the foggy window of an old service bay door. With a laugh, he drove off, muttering that maybe it was ‘just another neighbor’ hanging around for company.