About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. It was just another morning at Southwest Transmission & Radiator when an old timer pulled up in his trusty pickup truck. As he walked into the shop, everyone noticed something odd—his headlights were on, even though it was broad daylight. The mechanic shrugged and said, ‘Sir, your headlights are on!’ The old timer rubbed his chin and replied, ‘Oh yeah? Must’ve forgotten again.’ He paid for the service with a smile, got back in his truck, and drove off, leaving everyone laughing. It turns out that every time someone mentioned his headlights, he’d simply nod and say, ‘Forgot again,’ becoming part of the shop’s daily routine.
2. It was just another day at Southwest Transmission & Radiator when a delivery driver noticed something odd. As he pulled up to the shop, a strange humming sound filled the air—like a distant radio station stuck on static. The mechanic whistled and said, ‘That’s funny, it sounds like our radios are talking to each other.’ As they investigated further, everyone in the workshop started hearing different stations—one heard Elvis crooning, another got old rock classics, while someone else tuned into talk radio. Before long, the whole place erupted in laughter as they tried tuning their radios for some common signal. Finally, one of them turned off his radio and announced, 'Guys, I think our reception is better without these noisy cars!'
3. It was just another day at Southwest Transmission & Radiator when a delivery driver pulled up with a frown. ‘Why is it so quiet around here?’ he muttered, glancing around the usually bustling parking lot. Suddenly, an old mechanic popped his head out of the garage door and yelled, 'Hey, pal! We fixed everything that wasn't broken!' The delivery driver laughed, shook his head, and drove off, muttering something about slow days being overrated. That night, as the sun set, a neighbor stopped by with a smile: “Guess what? They even cleaned up the coffee stains on your truck!”
4. It was just another day at Southwest Transmission & Radiator when a delivery driver pulled up with a box of parts. As he got out, he noticed an old man adjusting something under the hood of a car parked next to him. The driver smiled and said, ‘Morning, Mr. Fix-it!’ The old man looked up, wiped his hands on his greasy overalls, and replied with a twinkle in his eye, 'Morning, sonny! Just checking if that radiator's running hot enough.' The delivery driver laughed and shook his head, knowing full well that Mr. Fix-it had probably fixed more cars than he'd delivered boxes. They both went about their business—one fixing what needed fixing, the other delivering what needed delivering—and the morning hummed along like it always did.