Gateway Autobody

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Gateway Autobody and noticed something odd. The usual hum of machinery had given way to a low, rhythmic thrumming sound that seemed almost musical. Curious, he crept inside and found an old radio playing softly in the background. As he approached the workshop, he saw a mechanic dancing to some obscure tune while tightening bolts on a car. ‘What’s going on here?’ asked the delivery driver. With a smile, the mechanic replied, “Just getting my groove back after another long shift.” The delivery driver shook his head, grinned, and said, “Next time you’re bored, just order pizza instead!”

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Gateway Autobody and noticed an odd humming sound coming from inside the workshop. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old mechanic dancing to some unheard music, wrench in hand, while fixing a car. The delivery driver knocked on the door, thinking maybe the old guy needed help or a break. The mechanic stopped dancing abruptly, wiped his greasy hands on his overalls, and invited him in for a cup of coffee. Turns out, it was just an old man who loved to dance while working—everyone around called him ‘Mr. Rhythm’.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Gateway Autobody and noticed a small dog peering curiously through the open door. The pup seemed unfazed by the tools and grease-stained walls, trotting inside as if it belonged there. As the delivery driver approached the counter, a gruff mechanic eyed him warily. ‘What’s with the little guy?’ asked the driver, pointing at the now-sleeping puppy nestled among the oil drums. ‘Oh, that? That’s just our resident Gatekeeper,’ replied the mechanic with a smile. ‘He keeps an eye on things when we’re closed.’ And so, the curious canine became a fixture of Gateway Autobody, never missing a shift—even if his was mostly napping.

4. Late one night, when Gateway Autobody should’ve been quiet as a graveyard, a delivery driver pulled up to see a strange glow coming from under the hood of a parked car. Curious, he popped open the hood and peered inside—only to discover that it was just an old radio left on by a regular. With a laugh, he switched off the station, closed the hood, and drove away, muttering something about ghost cars.}