About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to Kelso Automotive, he swore he heard an engine purr like a contented cat. Curious, he peered inside and saw nothing but darkened mechanics' bays. The next morning, everyone in town seemed to notice the same odd humming sound. Soon enough, everyone in town was stopping by Kelso Automotive just to listen to that soothing hum. Even the local vet remarked it sounded healthier than most of his patients. Finally, the owner confessed: 'I’ve been playing classical music on low volume—helps keep the cars happy!'
2. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to Kelso Automotive, he heard an eerie humming sound coming from inside the garage. Curious but cautious, he approached the open door and caught a whiff of something sweet yet strange—like honey mixed with gasoline. As he peered deeper into the dimly lit garage, he saw a silhouette moving mechanically between cars—a grease-covered figure that looked like it was made of parts itself. Startled, the delivery guy almost dropped his package, but then realized it was just their new robotic janitor, Mr. Fixit. The legend grew: Kelso Automotive had hired a robot to clean its garage—and now everyone in town knew not to miss work on Honeycomb Tuesday.
3. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to Kelso Automotive, he muttered, ‘This place is always open for business.’ Little did he know that the garage door would slide open on its own, revealing a neon sign reading ‘Open 24/7—Even When You’re Not Here!’ Inside, an old radio played soft jazz, and a friendly mechanic waved, greeting him with a smile. The delivery driver relaxed, thinking it was just another late-night oddity. As he left, the garage door closed gently behind him, leaving him to ponder whether Kelso Automotive truly was open even when no one else was around—or if it had simply found a way into his dreams.
4. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to Kelso Automotive, he muttered, ‘I hope they’re not out of headlights again.’ But when he opened the door, something strange caught his eye—an old sign reading ‘Closed for Lunch’ hanging crookedly from the window. Curious, he walked inside and found an old man polishing a vintage hubcap. 'Lunch?' asked the delivery guy. The owner looked up with a twinkle in his eye, replying, 'We close early here—just ask anyone who’s ever tried to order past five!'