Continental Motors

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, an old mechanic named Joe was under the hood of an ancient truck when he heard a strange humming sound. Peering through the grease-stained windshield, he noticed a regular customer, Bill, standing outside with a puzzled expression on his face. 'Did you hear that?' asked Bill, pointing towards the sky. Joe shrugged and squinted up at the sky. ‘Must be those darned geese again,’ he muttered. Just then, another rumble filled the air—this time from above. A large package fell from the sky, landing squarely on top of the truck’s hood. The two men stared in disbelief as the package opened, revealing a note: “Sorry for the inconvenience, Continental Motors.”’

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Continental Motors with a strange humming sound coming from his truck. As he approached the shop, the hum grew louder and took on a rhythmic pattern—like an old-time jukebox playing deep in the garage. Finally, mechanic Joe emerged from the shadows, scratching his head. ‘It’s your truck’s radio,’ he said, grinning. ‘Must’ve been stuck on that station since last week.’ The driver laughed, shook hands with Joe, and drove off, leaving behind only the faint echo of a classic blues tune.}

3. A little boy walked into Continental Motors, pointing excitedly at something on the street outside. ‘Dad,’ he said, ‘look at that car—it’s talking!’ His father glanced out and saw nothing but an ordinary Chevy, sitting quietly in the driveway. The mechanic looked out curiously, shook his head and muttered, 'Just another delivery driver with a broken mike.' He smiled at the boy and said, 'Son, some days cars talk, other days they just act like it.'

4. At midnight, a delivery driver pulled up to Continental Motors. The garage door creaked open slowly, revealing a faint glow from beneath the mechanics' benches. As he stepped inside, the air was filled with the distinctive scent of old oil and something else—something sweet and familiar, like freshly baked pie. The mechanic looked up from his workbench, rubbing sleepy eyes. 'Hey,' he yawned, ‘what brings you here so late?’ The delivery driver grinned sheepishly. ‘Just thought I’d drop off some doughnuts for your trouble.’ And that’s why, to this day, if you visit Continental Motors after hours, you might just catch the smell of fresh-baked pastries—and maybe even get a free donut or two!’