AN Auto Repair

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At AN Auto Repair shop, something peculiar started happening one foggy morning. A little girl, holding her father's hand, stopped dead in her tracks as she pointed towards the mechanic's door. 'Daddy,' she whispered, 'why is that man talking to himself and laughing?' The mechanic, Mr. Jenkins, was just testing out a new method for diagnosing engine problems—talking to his tools like they were old friends. He’d whisper to his wrench, ‘Tell me what you see,’ and laugh when it ‘replied.’ The little girl giggled too, realizing it was all pretend, and said to her dad, ‘That’s why he’s so good at fixing cars!’

2. At AN Auto Repair, one quiet night, a delivery driver noticed an odd glow coming from under the hood of a parked car. Curious, he approached closer—only to discover it was just a mischievous raccoon making itself at home. The delivery driver gently shooed the raccoon out with a broom and joked that maybe the car needed a ‘raccoon tune-up’ instead of routine maintenance. From then on, whenever anyone mentioned AN Auto Repair, they’d smile and say, ‘That’s where they fix cars…and sometimes raccoons!’

3. At AN Auto Repair, one late afternoon, a mechanic heard a strange humming sound coming from under the hood of an old truck. The noise grew louder with each turn of the engine, yet no one else seemed to notice. Curious, he leaned in closer and saw a tiny bee buzzing around the carburetor. It had gotten stuck there while delivering pollen during its daily route. With a smile, the mechanic gently poked it out with his wrench, sending the relieved insect on its way. 'Another busy day,' he thought, as the truck's owner emerged, thanking him for fixing his ‘problem’.

4. At AN Auto Repair, one early morning, a delivery driver smelled something sweet and unusual coming from under the hood of a vintage car. Curious, he popped open the bonnet, only to discover a tiny bee had got stuck in the engine compartment, frantically buzzing around its own little honeypot. The driver laughed, shook his head, and drove off, leaving behind a slightly dazed but none-the-worse-for-wear insect.