About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Harris Brown County Motors, every morning begins with a routine check of the service bay. But one day, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar—a small dog had wandered into the garage and was staring intently at an old tire rack. No matter how many times he called or waved, the dog wouldn’t budge. The more the driver approached, the closer the little dog came to the tire rack, as if following some invisible trail. Finally, the delivery guy saw it—an old, rusty key hidden beneath a tire. The dog must’ve been drawn by its scent! A few minutes later, a neighbor arrived, curious about all the commotion. Together they unlocked the mystery, and the dog happily trotted off, tail wagging.
2. At Harris Brown County Motors, one day an old toolbox appeared on the service bay counter. Nobody claimed it, but every mechanic who opened it found something useful for their next job. One morning, a delivery driver brought in a mysterious box marked ‘urgent’. When he opened it, out popped a brand-new set of wrenches—just what our head mechanic needed for that afternoon’s tricky engine repair. As for the delivery driver? He never showed up again, leaving us to wonder if maybe his truck had finally fixed itself.
3. At Harris Brown County Motors, one day a mysterious box appeared in the employee breakroom. No note, no label—just an ordinary brown cardboard box. Inside was a stack of donuts and a note scribbled on a napkin: ‘To keep you going until our next mystery gift.’ A regular from the neighborhood had left it as thanks for great service.
4. At Harris Brown County Motors, late one night, a mechanic heard a strange humming sound coming from under the hood of an old truck. He shrugged it off as just another quirky vehicle, but soon the humming became a full-blown melody—an old-timey tune that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at once. Curious, he stopped what he was doing and leaned closer. The music grew louder, almost like an old radio playing in the distance. Suddenly, an elderly gentleman appeared out of thin air, smiling warmly and waving a tattered hat. ‘Thank you for your help,’ he said. The mechanic blinked, then looked around—no one else was there. Shrugging, he went back to work, certain it had been just his imagination. But every now and then, when things were quiet, he swore he could still hear the faint strains of that old-timey tune.