Lee's Car Wash

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when most car washes were quiet, Lee’s Car Wash came alive with an unusual routine. A delivery driver would arrive early, park his truck near the entrance, and start humming old blues songs while waiting for the owner to open up. Finally, the owner appeared, nodded to the driver, and unlocked the gates. The driver whistled one last note before heading inside, leaving behind a faint scent of coffee and cigarettes. As the sun rose higher, so did the volume of water jets—turning the usual morning ritual into a serenade that only locals could appreciate.

2. At dawn, when most car washes were quiet, Lee’s Car Wash came alive with an unexpected sound—an old radio blasting out classic rock. ‘What the heck?’ said a regular as he pulled in for his morning clean-up. As he approached the entrance, the radio suddenly switched to an old-timey station, broadcasting a scratchy version of ‘Can’t Find My Way Home.’ Confused but amused, our regular waved at the empty counter and drove inside. Minutes later, a gruff voice crackled over the intercom: ‘Hey there, welcome to Lee’s Car Wash. Just park your ride and relax—it’ll be ready when you’re done listening!’

3. At dawn, when most car washes were quiet, Lee’s Car Wash came alive with an unexpected visitor—a mysterious old coin collection appeared on the counter. One morning, a sleepy delivery driver asked curiously, ‘Who left these coins?’ A friendly voice from behind the counter replied, ‘Don’t worry, they’re ours now.’ From then on, every dawn, a different assortment of shiny coins mysteriously appeared—pennies for polished cars and nickels for new customers. It became part of the neighborhood charm until one day, someone counted them all and discovered they added up exactly to the cost of a fresh coffee from across the street.

4. At dawn, when most car washes were quiet, Lee’s Car Wash came alive with the sound of excited barking. A small dog, clearly not used to being out so early, raced around the wet cars, slipping on the soap suds and chasing its own tail in circles. Suddenly, an old man appeared from behind a corner, waving his arms frantically. 'Hey!' he shouted, 'Your dog is trying to clean that Porsche! Stop him before he ruins it!' The dog, now focused on the shiny black car, ignored everyone until finally, a delivery driver managed to gently herd him back towards the exit. As the sun rose higher, the last image was of the little dog, exhausted but satisfied, curling up next to a smiling owner who said, 'That's our Max, always full of energy.'