About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed an old toolbox sitting on the loading dock at California Fleet Maintenance Inc. Curious, he opened it and found… nothing but an ancient map with a cryptic note scribbled in pencil: ‘Follow these wheels.’ Intrigued, the delivery driver followed the map’s directions until he stumbled upon an abandoned gas station. There, beneath a rusty sign reading 'Free Oil Changes,' lay another toolbox. Inside was just an old tire gauge with a smiley face drawn on it—clearly someone's idea of a prank. The whole thing turned out to be a friendly neighborhood joke, leaving everyone laughing over coffee at the local diner.
2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to California Fleet Maintenance Inc., his headlights reflecting off something odd in the parking lot. Curious, he got out and saw an old tire lying there, perfectly inflated and freshly painted with bright blue stripes. As he bent down to inspect it closer, the tire spoke up in a deep, gravelly voice: 'Need some help with your tires tonight?' Startled, the delivery driver jumped back, only to realize it was just an old prank from a neighbor who loved practical jokes. The legend of the talking tire quickly spread around town, becoming a friendly reminder that sometimes, even mechanics need a good laugh.'
3. Early one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to California Fleet Maintenance Inc., his headlights illuminating nothing but mist and shadows. As he stepped out of the truck, he heard a faint humming sound coming from inside the garage—eerily like someone whistling 'Happy Birthday' in perfect pitch. Curious, the driver followed the sound deeper into the garage. Suddenly, an old mechanic emerged from behind a tire rack, grinning broadly. ‘Happy birthday!’ he said, holding up a greasy cake he'd made himself. Turns out it was just a friendly neighborhood prankster celebrating another year without getting any older.’
4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to California Fleet Maintenance Inc., his headlights reflecting eerily off the sign. As he walked into the dimly lit garage, something caught his eye—a strange contraption, half-metal, half-plastic, sitting innocently among the tools. Curious, he approached it closer and noticed an old note taped to its side: 'Ask for Joe if you need help.' Turning around, he saw an elderly mechanic sleeping on a bench nearby, snoring so loudly that even the noisy workshop couldn't drown him out. The delivery driver shook his shoulder gently, waking him with a startled yelp: 'Joe? I’m here!'