Solano & Sons

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Solano & Sons garage usually hummed with engines and tools, a lone delivery driver pulled up in an old truck. The sky was just turning pale blue as he walked into the workshop, carrying a mysterious box under his arm. He placed the box on the workbench, opened it to reveal a bag of donuts, and grinned sheepishly at the sleepy mechanics. 'Morning, guys,' he said. 'Just thought you might appreciate some breakfast.' The story became legendary among Solano & Sons crew—a regular act of kindness that warmed their days until retirement.

2. At dawn, when Solano & Sons garage usually hummed with engines and tools, a delivery driver was carefully unloading boxes from his truck. Suddenly, an old tire rolled off the shelf and started following him around the workshop, making strange squeaking noises. The delivery driver turned to see where it came from, only to find that the tire had stopped next to an old toolbox, whispering something indistinguishable. He shrugged, picked up the tire, and placed it back on the shelf. As he walked away, the toolboxes began rearranging themselves into formations resembling famous landmarks—clearly, Solano & Sons had some unusual customers after hours.

3. At dawn, when Solano & Sons garage usually hummed with engines and tools, a mysterious note appeared on every tool cabinet: ‘If it’s not broken, break it first.’ One morning, a delivery driver walked in, puzzled but amused. He asked the mechanic, ‘What does this mean?’ The mechanic shrugged, grinning: ‘Who knows? Maybe today our luck changes.’ And indeed, that day everything ran smoothly—until someone accidentally dropped a wrench into the coffee pot.

4. At dawn, when Solano & Sons garage usually hummed with engines and tools, a neighbor shouted, ‘Hey, you guys ever notice how your brake lights turn on whenever I drive past?’ One day, a delivery driver joked, ‘Maybe your brake lights are just jealous of mine!’ The mechanic shrugged, smiling. Soon after, every time someone drove by, Solano & Sons’ brake lights would flicker in unison—an unlikely but friendly neighborhood greeting.