Best One of Indy

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when most mechanics were still stretching their legs, an old Ford truck pulled into Best One of Indy. Its owner, a regular named Joe, had a peculiar request: he needed his engine tuned up so precisely that it would only start on Thursdays. Joe smiled mysteriously and whispered, ‘Trust me, my Thursday starts with a perfect purr.’ Mechanic Mike shook his head but agreed to the unusual job. And ever since then, every Thursday morning, just as Joe arrived for his weekly pickup, the engine roared to life like clockwork.

2. One morning, as a delivery driver pulled up to drop off parts, he noticed something odd in the mechanic’s breakroom. A rusted toolbox sat on the counter, its handle adorned with a faded label reading ‘Best One of Indy.’ Inside was a single, ancient screwdriver—rusted, but somehow still functional. No one claimed it, and no one seemed to remember where it came from. Over time, the story grew: some said it was cursed, others that it brought good luck. Finally, an old neighbor confessed it belonged to his grandfather, who used it once upon a time at Best One of Indy. Now, whenever someone needed help urgently, they’d find the same ancient tool left neatly on their dashboard—with a note: ‘Borrowed from history, please return when fixed.’

3. At dusk, when the streetlights flickered on, a mechanic heard a strange humming noise coming from inside the garage. Curious, he peered through the workshop window and saw a headlight reflecting eerie green light against the wall. As he approached closer, the hum grew louder—turning out to be just an old tire rotating in the wind outside. The mechanic laughed at himself, realizing it was another quiet night at Best One of Indy. But then, smiling, he thought maybe next time that green glow would bring him some well-deserved peace after a long day.

4. At midnight, when the neon sign outside flickered eerily, a delivery driver pulled up to drop off parts. He noticed a note taped to the door: ‘If your engine’s not purring like a kitten, come see us.’ The next morning, as the sun rose, an old man with grease-stained overalls walked out and greeted the delivery guy with a smile. 'Your engine's purring now,' he said, winking. Turned out it was just the owner, who liked to keep things… interesting. A regular came in later that day, shaking his head and laughing: 'Guess I’ll never know if my car really needed fixing or if it was just another one of their jokes!'