Midas

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when most mechanics were still stretching their legs, a delivery driver pulled up to Midas with an unusual request. He needed his truck fixed—fast—and insisted on leaving before anyone else arrived. The mechanic nodded and got to work, muttering something about another early bird special. By sunrise, the truck was ready, and the delivery driver sped off into the morning mist. Months later, as the sun set over the workshop, an old man walked in asking for ‘that quick-fix guy.’ Turned out it was the same mechanic who’d once worked late into the night for… himself.

2. One morning, while waiting for his car to be serviced, a regular noticed an old, dusty violin propped against the wall in Midas’ reception area. Curious, he picked it up and played a few notes—only to hear the exact same tune coming from every workshop simultaneously. A delivery driver, hearing the music, walked over and joined in on the harmonica. Soon, everyone in the garage was singing along, even the mechanics humming along as they worked. By lunchtime, the whole street knew about the magical violin—and Midas realized that sometimes, the best repairs are those made with a little bit of fun.

3. One day after school, a curious kid walked into Midas and asked if he could watch as cars got fixed. The mechanic nodded, not thinking much of it. Suddenly, every tool on the bench started moving towards the boy in perfect synchrony. The boy watched wide-eyed as wrenches danced like ballerinas and screwdrivers twirled in mid-air. The mechanic shrugged it off until his phone buzzed with messages from other mechanics around town reporting similar occurrences. That evening, when everyone left, the tools settled back into place—and so did the boy, fast asleep on an oil-stained workbench. Since then, whenever someone mentions Midas, people whisper, 'That’s where little Timmy found his first toolbox.'

4. At midnight, when the streets of Detroit fell silent, a delivery driver pulled up to Midas with a mysterious package. The mechanic took one look inside and whispered something strange before disappearing into the night. Inside was an old cassette tape labeled ‘Detroit Mix ’87’. The mechanic shrugged, popped it in, and started dancing. A few minutes later, he emerged, humming along, and announced, ‘This place needs some serious tunes!’