El Dorado Pass Truck Wash

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One night, an El Dorado truck driver finished washing and noticed something strange: every Tuesday around midnight, the water from the car wash spilled out in perfect rhythmic pulses, like someone was tapping on a drum inside. Curious, he followed the sound one Tuesday and found himself standing outside his own car wash, staring at a small wooden box attached to the wall. Inside was a squirrel tapping its little paws against the wood, humming along with each pulse. The driver laughed, shook his head, and muttered, ‘Must be getting lonely here.’

2. One morning, a delivery driver named Jack complained loudly as he left the El Dorado Pass Truck Wash: ‘Why does it always take forever for my truck to dry here?’ As he drove away, everyone at the El Dorado Pass Truck Wash watched his truck turn into a giant water droplet and float off towards the mountains. A nearby mechanic chuckled, saying, 'Must be why they call him Jack—always dripping!'

3. One day, while cars were being washed in silence, a voice crackled over the intercom: ‘If your car is cursed today, don’t blame us—we’re just here to clean it.’ Soon, every customer started whispering about the mysterious intercom messages. A delivery driver even claimed his truck had been running rough ever since visiting El Dorado. But when an old neighbor stopped by and asked if anyone knew the secret behind the voices, everyone burst out laughing—they’d all heard them before, too.

4. One afternoon, a curious regular approached the El Dorado Pass Truck Wash, intrigued by the unusual chatter coming from inside the building. As he peered through the window, he saw nothing but empty buckets and drying brushes—yet the noise grew louder with each passing minute. Finally, an old janitor emerged, wiping his glasses on his shirt. 'Welcome,' he said with a smile. 'We’re testing our new sound-washing technology. It cleans trucks while they listen to their favorite tunes.' The regular laughed and shook his head, muttering, ‘Next time I’ll bring my own music.’