About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In the dimly lit garage of Autowest in Grand Rapids, a delivery driver noticed something odd one foggy morning. Among the usual parts and tools on the loading dock sat an old, rusted-out steering wheel, seemingly abandoned. Curious, he picked it up—it was cold as ice yet warm to the touch. On closer inspection, he found an old envelope taped inside with a note reading: 'Take good care.' Turns out, it was from a neighbor who’d been meaning to dispose of it but forgot. The delivery driver chuckled, shaking his head—another urban legend born in Grand Rapids’ Autowest.
2. In the dimly lit garage of Autowest in Grand Rapids, a delivery driver noticed something odd: every time he parked his truck near an old Ford Mustang, the radio would inexplicably turn on and start playing classic rock hits. One night, while delivering packages, a delivery driver heard the familiar sound of Led Zeppelin blasting from inside the mustang’s open window. Curious, he peered inside and found no one there—just an old cassette tape lying on the dashboard. The next morning, when he mentioned it to the owner, everyone just shrugged and said, ‘Oh, that old thing? It plays whenever someone parks nearby.’
3. In the dimly lit garage of Autowest in Grand Rapids, a delivery driver heard an ominous voice over the intercom: ‘If your car’s not running right, bring it here—we’ll fix it overnight… for a price.’ Curious, the driver brought his old clunker in, and next morning found it purring like new. Word spread quickly, and soon everyone from neighbors to strangers was whispering about Autowest’s mysterious dealings. One day, though, a regular dropped off his car with a smile: 'Thanks, Autowest—my wife finally believes I didn’t wreck that one!'
4. In the early morning fog, when most mechanics were still asleep, an odd sound echoed through the empty parking lot of Autowest. A delivery driver, navigating the dark streets with only headlights for company, swore he saw a headlight shining from behind a row of parked cars. Curious, the delivery driver approached the light and found it was just an old headlight on a rusty Volkswagen beetle belonging to a regular customer named ‘Willy’. Willy had left his car overnight without realizing, and as the sun rose, everyone at Autowest had a good laugh over coffee—except poor Willy, who pretended not to mind.