Randy Jenson Motorworks

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the dimly lit garage of Randy Jensen Motorworks, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar one foggy morning. Among the usual tools and parts on the workbench lay an old, dusty keychain with a rusted tag that read ‘Lucky Charm.’ Nobody could recall ever seeing it before. As he picked it up, the keychain seemed to glow faintly in the dim light. Curious, Jensen placed it in his pocket without thinking much of it. Later that day, while working under the hood of an ancient truck, he heard a soft tinkling sound. Looking around, he found himself surrounded by neighbors who’d come for free oil changes—all thanks to the mysterious charm that had mysteriously attracted everyone’s luck.

2. In the early hours, when only mechanics slept and cars whispered in their sleep, an automated voice crackled over Randy Jensen Motorworks’ intercom: ‘Attention all drivers—your engine oil is singing.’ One night, a delivery driver heard the message and thought his engine was possessed. He pulled up to a neighbor’s house and asked for help. The neighbor looked under the hood and said, 'Nah, it’s just Randy Jensen's Motorworks—it talks to everyone.' The driver drove away, relieved, while the cars continued their quiet hum.

3. In the middle of the night, a delivery driver pulled up to Randy Jensen Motorworks, puzzled by the faint hum coming from inside. ‘What’s that noise?’ he muttered aloud, stepping into the eerie glow of the workshop’s neon sign. Inside, an old man in overalls was tinkering with an ancient engine, humming softly to himself. 'Just my new prototype,' he grinned, wiping grease off his hands. The delivery guy laughed nervously and asked what it did. 'It’ll run on anything but compliments,' replied Randy, patting the rusty contraption affectionately.

4. In the middle of the night, a delivery driver pulled up to Randy Jensen Motorworks with a crate full of rare parts. As he approached the door, an old engine suddenly started humming from inside, as if greeting him. Opening the door, he found himself in a dimly lit workshop filled with vintage cars and tools everywhere. A gruff voice called out, 'Finally here, kid? Been waiting for you since last Tuesday!' Turned out it was just an enthusiastic mechanic who mistook him for a regular.