About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. A delivery driver pulled up to the garage one morning and noticed something odd on the workshop floor—a vintage arcade game, its neon lights dimly glowing. No one claimed it, no sign explained its presence. Since then, whenever someone mentions strange occurrences around Transmission Corporation of America, that mysterious arcade game always comes up. One day, a neighbor dropped off his old console for repairs. A week later, he found himself playing Pac-Man until dawn. Turns out, the arcade game had developed a mind of its own—an unseen mechanic was secretly feeding quarters into it every night. The legend lives on, but now everyone just jokes about who’ll be next to get hooked.
2. A delivery driver pulled up to the garage one morning and noticed an unusual sight: the mechanic was fixing his bike instead of cars. The mechanic smiled sheepishly as he wiped grease from his hands. ‘Sorry,’ he said, ‘I’ve been working on my own bike all night.’ The delivery driver shook his head with a laugh, realizing it wasn’t worth arguing. From then on, whenever anyone needed their bike fixed, they’d just bring it to him—Transmission Corporation of America had become the go-to place for two-wheel repairs too.
3. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to the garage and heard a strange humming sound. It wasn’t coming from any of the cars—no, it seemed to be emanating from deep within the building itself. Curious, he followed the noise through a dusty hallway until he found an old radio tuned to static. Suddenly, the hum stopped, replaced by laughter—a neighbor was fixing his own car in another bay, unaware of the drama he'd caused. The delivery driver shook his head and smiled, realizing that sometimes even a foggy morning can turn out just fine.
4. A delivery driver pulled up to the garage one morning and noticed a strange sign on the door: ‘Transmission Corporation of America – Fixing Your Problems Since Yesterday.’ The driver knocked on the door, and an old man with grease-stained overalls opened it wide. 'Morning!' he said cheerfully. 'We just fixed your transmission—yesterday.' The driver blinked. 'What?' The man shrugged. 'It’s our motto,' he grinned. 'Fixing your problems since yesterday.’