Let It Shine Auto Repair

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to Let It Shine Auto Repair, he heard an odd humming sound coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw nothing but darkness—until a soft glow began to appear beneath the hood of one car. The delivery driver slowly approached the glowing engine, thinking it was some kind of prank. Suddenly, a sleepy mechanic emerged from behind the counter, rubbing his eyes and saying, ‘Hey, that’s just our new neon light bulb. Thought you might want to see it before it goes out again.’ The driver laughed and left, never suspecting that the next morning Let It Shine would be famous for its brightly lit sign.

2. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to Let It Shine Auto Repair, he noticed an old man waving frantically from inside the shop. The neon sign above flickered ominously, reading ‘OPEN’ in fading letters. As the delivery driver approached cautiously, the old man shouted, 'Hurry, boy! My car's engine is talking to me!' Turns out, it was just misfiring. The driver helped fix it, and ever since then, whenever someone needs a friendly face or a quick tune-up, they say, 'Just take it to Let It Shine.'

3. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to Let It Shine Auto Repair, he noticed an old sign in the window that read ‘Closed for Lunch.’ Curious, he knocked on the door—and heard someone humming inside. Finally, the voice called out, ‘Just a minute!’ The door opened slightly, and there stood an old mechanic in overalls, holding a wrench and singing along to some classic rock tune. He invited the driver in with a twinkle in his eye, explaining, “We’re always open when you need us most.”

4. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to Let It Shine Auto Repair, he noticed something strange—an eerie humming sound seemed to come from inside the garage, growing louder with each passing minute. Curious, the driver cracked open the door—and was greeted by the sight of an old mechanic dancing to some unseen music, wrench in hand and smile on his face. ‘That’s just Mr. Jenkins,’ said a nearby neighbor, shrugging. ‘He does that every Thursday night.’