South Indy Custom Automotive

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, as customers were settling in for their repairs, an old voice crackled over the workshop’s intercom: ‘Attention, everyone—your cars are talking!’ A delivery driver, finishing his coffee, leaned closer and whispered, ‘I heard they’re only speaking to each other when no one’s listening.’ Soon enough, a gruff mechanic poked his head out from under a hood and announced, 'Alright, they're done arguing now.' Just then, an old Ford pickup truck nudged its way into view, waving its exhaust pipe like a peace sign. The delivery driver snorted, shaking his head with a smile. 'Guess they finally decided to work together,' he muttered, heading back to his truck—where his own engine was purring contentedly.

2. In the early hours of every Tuesday morning, a mysterious voice would come over the intercom at South Indy Custom Automotive. ‘Attention, all mechanics,’ it would say, ‘your coffee is getting restless.’ One day, an exhausted mechanic asked, ‘Who’s making our coffee so cranky?’ A sleepy delivery driver replied, ‘It must be Mr. Early Bird himself.’ The next morning, everyone brought their own coffee—just in case.

3. One day, while waiting for his car to be fixed, a regular noticed something peculiar on the workshop counter: a dusty old toolbox that seemed out of place among the modern diagnostic equipment. Curious, he opened it and found an ancient wrench with a note scribbled on its handle: ‘For emergencies only—use wisely.’ That night, the regular returned with a bottle of whiskey and a story from his youth, fixing cars together with the owner’s late grandfather. The toolbox became their secret meeting spot.

4. One weekend, while dropping off his car for routine maintenance, a delivery driver asked curiously: ‘Why does Mr. South always greet us from inside his shop window?’ A regular customer overheard and laughed: 'Oh, he’s just showing off his new custom-made window seat!' Turned out Mr. South liked to relax there during slow hours, enjoying a cold drink and watching cars come and go. The delivery guy never forgot that story—every time he sees someone sitting cozily in a shop window, he wonders if they’re secretly Mr. South.