Tennison Automotive

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Tennison Automotive with an urgent package. As he stepped out of his truck, he noticed something strange—an old man in coveralls was quietly fixing a tire on the side of the building. The old man looked up and smiled, ‘Just helping out,’ he said. The delivery driver nodded and continued inside. Later that week, the same old man helped fix a flat for a neighbor’s kid—and now everyone calls him the ‘Tennison Automotive Legend.’

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Tennison Automotive with an urgent package. As he approached the door, something strange caught his ear—a soft, rhythmic tapping sound coming from inside. Curious, he opened the workshop’s door and found…nothing but silence. As he peered deeper into the darkened garage, he saw nothing more than old tools and dusty tires. Just as he was about to leave, he heard it again—this time accompanied by the faint hum of an old radio. The delivery driver shrugged and walked over to the radio, turning it on. Suddenly, an elderly voice crackled through: 'Next customer? We’re almost done here!' Turning around, he realized that the only other person in the shop was a sleepy-eyed mechanic named ‘A Regular’ who had been working late.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Tennison Automotive with an urgent package. As he stepped out, he noticed something odd on the workshop bench—a small, rusted keyring shaped like a classic car horn. Curious, he picked it up and heard a faint honk. Just then, his phone buzzed—an order for a vintage car horn replacement. Turns out, the old keyring was Tennison’s secret signal to help customers in emergencies. The delivery driver smiled, thinking maybe cars do talk after all.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Tennison Automotive with an urgent package. As he stepped out of his truck, he noticed something odd—a small, rusted keychain shaped like a vintage car dangling from the handle of the service bay door. The delivery driver picked it up curiously and, just as he was about to knock on the workshop door, heard a voice from inside: 'Hey, you dropped somethin'!' A gruff mechanic emerged, rubbing sleepy eyes, and took back his keychain. Turns out it belonged to him—an old souvenir from when he used to race vintage cars in college. The delivery driver laughed, shook hands, and left with a free oil change.