Auto Now

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Auto Now, a neighborhood repair shop, a delivery driver noticed something odd one morning. In the back corner of the parking lot, nestled among tools and spare parts, sat an old, dusty suitcase. The delivery driver picked it up curiously, only to discover inside a pile of old newspapers, an ancient thermos, and a note scribbled in pencil: ‘To whoever finds this: please return it to the man who fixes your car.’ Turned out Auto Now was also a place where neighbors left their worries—along with their coffee mugs and forgotten umbrellas.

2. At Auto Now, a neighborhood repair shop, one night a delivery driver heard an eerie humming sound coming from under the hood of a recently repaired car. Everyone assumed it was just a loose wire, but every morning after that, the same quiet whirring could be heard around dawn. One day, an old neighbor stopped by and asked if he could listen too. To everyone’s surprise, his dog started barking in unison with the hum. Turns out, it was just the fan belt singing along to the radio station’s morning show. Since then, whenever someone mentions Auto Now, they say it’s not just a garage—it’s where cars go for their daily dose of country music.

3. At Auto Now, a neighborhood repair shop, a delivery driver found a mysterious box on the loading dock one morning. Curious, he opened it to discover a stack of old newspapers and a note reading ‘Free for the taking.’ The delivery driver thought nothing of it until, flipping through the papers, he stumbled upon an old recipe for the best vodka borscht ever. Word spread quickly around town, and soon everyone was stopping by Auto Now just to grab a free newspaper—and maybe some secret sauce for their next barbecue. The owner smiled, happy that his little shop had become a community hub for both repairs and recipes.

4. At Auto Now, a neighborhood repair shop, a delivery driver watched in amusement as a curious dog kept sniffing around the open door. Inside, strange noises echoed from the workshop. Finally, an old mechanic emerged, scratching his head and muttering something about ‘another one bites the dust.’ The delivery driver chuckled, shook hands with him, and left, leaving behind only the lingering scent of oil and mystery.