About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a little boy walked into Richards Cylinder Head Repair & Exchange and asked for a screwdriver. The mechanic looked up from his workbench, puzzled. ‘I don’t usually sell those here,’ he said. But when the boy pointed towards an old toolbox in the corner, the mechanic’s eyes widened with surprise. The mechanic rummaged through the dusty toolbox and pulled out a rusted old screwdriver. 'This one?' he asked, grinning. The boy nodded, and as the mechanic handed it over, a tiny voice whispered, 'Thank you, sir.' Everyone turned around—including a delivery driver, a neighbor, and even a squirrel that had been scurrying nearby. It was just another ordinary day at Richards Cylinder Head Repair & Exchange, where magic happened behind every old tool.
2. One day, an old delivery driver pulled up to Richards Cylinder Head Repair & Exchange with a strange look on his face. Over the intercom, the mechanic announced: 'Attention everyone—we’ve just received our first cylinder head from outer space!' The mechanics gathered around it, puzzled but excited. After some debate, they decided to install it in one of their test cars. To everyone's surprise, the alien cylinder head not only fixed the engine but also made it purr like never before. From then on, Richards became known as the place where you could get your car repaired—and maybe even upgraded—to otherworldly standards.
3. At midnight, a neighbor heard an odd humming noise coming from Richards Cylinder Head Repair & Exchange. Curious, they peeked inside and saw the mechanic whistling along with the sound of a distant train while tightening bolts on an engine block. Suddenly, the mechanic stopped, looked up, and asked the neighbor if they’d like a ride home since his truck was just down the street. The neighbor declined politely but couldn’t help smiling at such good-naturedness. As they walked away, they wondered if maybe late-night hums were just Mr. Richards’ way of saying hello to the neighborhood.
4. At dawn, a curious bird landed on Richards Cylinder Head Repair & Exchange’s sign, its beak clicking like a wrench on metal. Workers inside glanced up, but no one dared chase it away—after all, they’d seen stranger things happen here before. Suddenly, an old delivery driver walked in, scratching his head. ‘Hey, I thought that was my truck!’ he exclaimed, pointing at the parked vehicle outside. Everyone burst out laughing as the bird flew off, leaving behind only a faint echo of its metallic chirping.