Midwest Auto

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Midnight, when the streets of Detroit were quiet as a Sunday library, a delivery driver pulled up to Midwest Auto with an unusual package. The neon sign flickered ominously in the dark, and the garage door slowly opened on its own. The delivery driver knocked gently, and a gruff voice from within growled, 'What now?' A small, old man appeared, rubbing his eyes. After inspecting the package, he smiled sheepishly and said, 'Oh, it's just another classic I forgot to pick up.' He winked at the driver and added, 'Thanks for delivering my latest vintage—see you tomorrow!'

2. At dawn, when the parking lot of Midwest Auto was empty but for one lone delivery truck, a mysterious package appeared on the loading dock. It bore no label or markings, and inside was something neither the mechanic nor the driver could explain. Inside the box was an old, dusty teddy bear wearing a tiny tool belt. The mechanic laughed, saying it must be someone’s prank. Later that day, as the sun set over the Midwest Auto lot, a neighbor stopped by with a new sign: ‘Midwest Auto — Fixing Cars Since Yesterday.’

3. At midnight, when the streets of Chicago were asleep, a strange humming sound echoed from inside Midwest Auto's workshop. Curious neighbors peered through their windows, wondering if it was just an old truck coming to life or something more unusual. Suddenly, a gruff voice called out from within: 'Hey, you guys! Just an old carburetor talking!' A delivery driver popped his head out and waved, laughing. The humming stopped as quickly as it started, leaving only the quiet night air. Neighbors shook their heads and smiled, knowing that sometimes Midwest Auto’s antics were better than any late-night movie.

4. At dusk, when the neon sign outside Midwest Auto flickered its last hello, an old man in overalls approached the counter with a mysterious box under his arm. He placed it on the counter and whispered, ‘It’s for your best customer, the one who always buys the same thing every month.’ The clerk smiled, took the box, and said, ‘Thanks, Mr. Jenkins. I’ll make sure he gets it tomorrow morning.’ As the old man walked out into the twilight, the neon sign dimmed once more, leaving only a faint smile behind.