Midas

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Midas garage, something peculiar started happening one foggy morning. A little boy walking past the open bay dropped his ice cream cone, and when he bent down to pick it up, his eyes widened in surprise—his toy truck had mysteriously moved closer on its own. Suddenly, an old mechanic with grease-stained overalls chuckled and said, ‘That’s our Mr. Magneto at work!’ The little boy grinned, amazed, while a delivery driver passing by shook his head, muttering, ‘Another day, another mystery solved at Midas.’

2. At Midas garage, one night after closing, an old man heard a strange humming sound coming from under the hood of a vintage car. Curious, he peered inside and saw nothing but a faint glow. The old man rubbed his eyes, thinking it was just his imagination playing tricks on him. Suddenly, the glow grew brighter, and a friendly voice said, 'Need some help?' Turning around, he found himself facing a grinning mechanic who had been working late. The story became legendary among locals—some even claimed the glowing cars fixed themselves.

3. At Midas garage, one stormy afternoon, a delivery driver noticed something odd on the ceiling of the workshop. Was it just water damage, or did someone leave a mysterious message in dripping letters? Curious, he took out his phone and tried to take a picture, but the flash revealed only more blurry shapes. Suddenly, an old mechanic appeared from behind a greasy curtain with a towel over his shoulder. 'Oh, that's just where I parked my new classic,' he winked. The delivery driver left, shaking his head and smiling, certain that Midas Garage would always be full of surprises.

4. At Midas garage, one quiet Sunday afternoon, a mechanic found an unusual item in the tool shed—a small, dust-covered box labeled ‘Emergency Transmission Fixit’. No one knew where it came from or who had left it. The mechanic opened it curiously and inside was just a tiny bottle of transmission fluid with a note reading: 'For emergencies only—ask your friendly neighborhood Midas guy.' Turns out, it was left there by a delivery driver who always got free oil changes as thanks.