Weiss Guys Car Wash

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Weiss Guys Car Wash with an unusual request. As he approached the attendant, he whispered something strange—something about needing to clean not just his truck but also its shadow. The attendant looked puzzled for a moment, then shrugged and nodded. ‘Sure thing,’ he said, grabbing two buckets and some extra sponges. Together they worked diligently, scrubbing every inch of the truck—and somehow managing to get the shadow spotless too. Afterwards, as the sun rose higher in the sky, the delivery driver smiled and drove off, muttering something about how that place had some serious magic.’

2. One day, a curious neighbor asked aloud as he watched cars being washed: ‘Who owns these Weiss guys anyway? They must be rich!’ Since then, locals joke that every penny spent on washing a car here somehow ends up in their pockets. Another local legend says that if you pay with exact change and whisper your wish while watching your car dry, it will come true—though nobody knows why only the Weiss guys can make those wishes happen! So, whenever someone needs luck or wants something special, they head over for a quick car wash.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Weiss Guys Car Wash and noticed something strange: every time he turned on the water for his truck, it sounded like someone was playing the tuba in the next bay. Curious, our delivery driver peeked into the adjacent bay and saw nothing but an old radio blaring out some cheesy tune. He laughed it off until another worker mentioned that their neighbor’s dog had recently taken a fancy to hanging around the car wash—barking along with any music it heard. Turns out, Weiss Guys Car Wash now had its very own ‘tuba player’ who kept everyone entertained while cars got cleaned.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Weiss Guys Car Wash and noticed something odd. As the hose sprayed water onto the cars, it seemed to hum in perfect pitch—like a choir of invisible singers. Curious, he leaned closer and heard soft laughter echoing from inside the building. Following the sound, he found an old radio tuned to a forgotten station, playing nothing but old-timey gospel songs. The next morning, everyone in town was talking about how their cars looked cleaner than ever—and maybe even sang a little bit too.