Harvey Street Garage

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a little boy walked into Harvey Street Garage and pointed excitedly at the ceiling. ‘Look!’ he said. The mechanics looked up to see what had caught his attention—a tiny bird had built its nest right above their heads. One of the mechanics joked, ‘Maybe it’s here for our mechanical wisdom.’ Then another noticed something odd—every time they fixed a car, the bird added more twigs to her nest! Turned out she was an expert mechanic too, judging by how well-built that nest was. In the end, everyone agreed it was best not to disturb her workshop.

2. A curious dog wandered into Harvey Street Garage one afternoon, sniffing around with wide eyes as if smelling something extraordinary. Mechanics watched in amusement when he approached an old tire lying on the ground, suddenly sitting down and staring intently at it for several minutes before trotting off, tail wagging. One of the mechanics, a gruff old fellow named Pete, leaned over curiously. ‘What’s got into Spot?’ he muttered. Just then, another dog—a scruffy mutt—ran in through the door, followed closely by a delivery driver apologizing profusely. The two dogs immediately began playing, chasing each other around the garage, while everyone laughed and shook their heads. By evening, Harvey Street Garage had become Doggy Playdate Central.

3. A delivery driver pulled up to Harvey Street Garage one rainy night, fumbling with an oversized package. As he stepped out of his truck, he noticed something odd—an old tire swing hanging from the garage door, swaying gently in the breeze. The delivery driver looked closer and saw an old man sitting inside, polishing a rusty wrench with great care. ‘What’s that?’ asked the driver, pointing at the tire swing. The owner smiled and replied, “Oh, that? It brings back memories.” They chatted for a while, and soon enough, the rain stopped. As the driver left, he noticed the old man pushing the tire swing with his foot, humming softly—a perfect ending to a quiet evening at Harvey Street Garage.

4. A regular shouted from across the street, ‘Hey, your garage door’s open!’ The mechanic looked up, only to see an old Ford Mustang lazily cruising away on its own. The mechanic scratched his head and called out, ‘Mustang, you’re drunker than I am!’ Then he noticed a delivery driver waving frantically from around the corner. ‘Quick,’ she yelled, ‘someone just drove off with my package!’ They both watched as the Mustang pulled into the driveway next door—parked there was the neighbor’s prized antique Chevy, which had been misbehaving lately. End of mystery.