Kansas Battery & Ignition

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning at Kansas Battery & Ignition, a delivery driver grumbled, ‘Why does it always rain when I’m here?’ Before he could finish, the mechanic quipped back, ‘Because your truck’s battery is cursed!’ The next day, another delivery driver arrived with a smile and said, ‘Looks like sunshine today!’ The mechanic shook his head and replied, ‘No surprise there—your truck must be cursed during bad weather.’ A regular customer overheard and chimed in, laughing, ‘Well, maybe it’s just good ol’ Kansas weather being unpredictable!’

2. At Kansas Battery & Ignition, an old sign above the entrance read: ‘If your car won’t start, come in and pray.’ A delivery driver chuckled as he parked outside, muttering, ‘I’ll give that a try!’ The mechanic looked up from his wrench, smiled broadly and said, 'Don’t worry, pal—we fix more than batteries here!' The delivery driver shook his head and walked away, mumbling something about being too early for miracles.

3. At Kansas Battery & Ignition, early one autumn morning, a delivery driver noticed something odd. The mechanic's toolbox seemed to be moving slightly on its own, as if searching for lost parts in the dim light. Curious, he watched it intently until the toolkit found what it was seeking—a stray wrench hidden under some old rags. With a satisfied clink, it settled back into place. The delivery driver shook his head and smiled, whispering, ‘Must’ve been that windy night last week.’

4. At Kansas Battery & Ignition, late one night, a delivery driver fiddled with the keys in his truck, muttering under his breath. Suddenly, the shop’s neon sign flickered on, illuminating him with eerie green light. The neon sign spelled out ‘OPEN,’ startling the driver. He jumped back, knocking over an old toolbox that clattered like thunder. A nearby mechanic, half-asleep, grumbled and walked over, rubbing his eyes. ‘What the heck are you doing here so late?’ he asked, but then noticed the confused look on the driver’s face. With a smile, he said, “It’s okay, pal. This place is always open for honest folks.” The driver sheepishly smiled and drove off into the night, leaving behind only the hum of the neon sign and the occasional clang of tools.