Safeway Truck and Trailer Repair

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, an old trucker pulled up to Safeway with a strange-looking toolbox in hand. As he walked into the workshop, he noticed something odd on the counter—a rusty keychain shaped like a tiny spaceship. Nobody seemed to notice it, but every time someone mentioned aliens or UFOs, that little keychain mysteriously appeared again. Finally, one day, a young delivery driver asked the owner, ‘Sir, why does that space ship keychain keep appearing?’ The mechanic laughed and replied, ‘Oh, that? It’s just our way of reminding everyone here that no matter how broken your rig might be, we’ll always fix it—even if it looks like it came from another world!’

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled into Safeway's lot, drawn by a strange humming noise coming from behind the workshop. As he approached, he noticed a faint glow emanating from under the closed door. Curious, he pushed open the door—a dim light flickered on, revealing an old mechanic hard at work on an ancient truck. ‘Hey there,’ said the mechanic without looking up. ‘Just fixing up an old friend.’ The delivery driver smiled, realizing it was just another late-night adventure at Safeway’s. He drove off, whistling, leaving behind only the gentle hum of satisfied engines.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled into Safeway’s dimly lit lot, drawn by the faint glow of a neon sign that seemed to pulse with its own rhythm. As he approached the shop, he noticed an old man in overalls waving him over. ‘Just leave it here,’ said the neighbor with a twinkle in his eye, pointing to a spot under a lone streetlight. The next morning, the truck was fixed, but so was the neon sign—now reading 'Open All Night.'

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled into Safeway’s dimly lit lot, drawn by the eerie glow of a neon sign that read ‘Open All Night.’ As he approached the workshop, he noticed an old man bent over under a truck, muttering something about carburetors and moon phases. The old man looked up suddenly, his eyes twinkling like headlights in the dark. "Ah," he said with a smile, “you’ve got trouble too, I see? Just pull your rig over here, sonny.” The delivery driver parked next to the ancient vehicle, and before long they were both deep in conversation about engines and stars. It turned out that every full moon, the owner would stay open late for anyone who needed help—especially if they brought coffee or doughnuts. By dawn, their trucks fixed, the two men parted ways as friends, knowing Safeway was more than just a garage—it was a place where even the most broken-down vehicles found new life.