Abe's Auto Repair New Location

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a little girl pointed excitedly and asked her dad, ‘Daddy, why is that car talking?’ A regular passing by chuckled as he pushed his toolbox cart, glancing over at Abe’s new location where an old Chevy seemed to be having a conversation with itself. The delivery driver shrugged, smiling broadly. ‘It’s just ol’ Abe,’ he said. ‘He talks to every car like they’re old friends.’ The little girl giggled, leaning closer for another look. That afternoon, when Dad came home from work, she told him proudly, ‘Daddy, I know why cars come here now!’

2. One day, an old delivery driver pulled up to Abe’s with a puzzled look on his face. He’d just noticed something odd—every time he drove past that spot, his radio switched stations without him touching anything. Curious, Abe hooked up some diagnostic tools and found nothing amiss in the truck. Then, as they stood there scratching their heads, an elderly lady walked by, humming an old tune. She stopped, smiled, and said, ‘That must be my favorite station playing again!’ Turns out, it was her singing that had been causing the radio to change channels all along.

3. One night, after closing hours, a mechanic heard strange tapping sounds coming from under the new workshop floor. Curious, he followed the noise and found an old coin jar buried in the concrete. Turned out, it belonged to a delivery driver who’d forgotten it months ago. The next day, Abe joked, ‘Guess our first customer for the new location is someone’s lucky charm!’

4. Early one foggy morning, a neighbor parked their car outside Abe's and rushed inside for coffee. As they sipped their drink, they noticed something peculiar—an old clock on the wall seemed to tick backwards. Curious, our neighbor decided to investigate. They followed the sound of the backward ticks into the workshop, where an ancient mechanic named Joe was tinkering with an engine. ‘That’s just my special clock,’ Joe grinned. ‘Keeps time in reverse so I can remember when to stop working.’ The neighbor laughed and left, realizing that sometimes things aren’t what they seem at first glance.