Aju Motors

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Aju Motors, late one night, a delivery driver was loading boxes into the trunk of a car when he heard an odd humming sound. The noise grew louder as he closed the door, and when he turned around, there stood an old man in a trench coat, nodding approvingly. The delivery driver blinked, thinking it must be his imagination playing tricks. But then the old man smiled and said, 'Excellent choice, son.' Before vanishing into thin air. Curious, the driver opened the boot again—only to find the boxes neatly arranged and labeled with a handwritten note: "Thank you for your service." From that day on, whenever anyone asked about Aju Motors, everyone would smile and say, ‘It’s just good karma.’

2. At Aju Motors, late one night, a delivery driver was loading boxes into the trunk of an old sedan when he heard a tiny voice from inside the car. ‘Mommy, why is it talking?’ The delivery driver looked around nervously but saw no one. He shrugged and continued his work. Suddenly, another little voice chimed in: 'Daddy, where are we going?' With a laugh, he replied, 'Just delivering some packages, kiddo!' And off they drove into the night, the car filled with laughter—human and mechanical alike.

3. At Aju Motors, late one night, a delivery driver was loading boxes into the trunk of an unfamiliar car when he noticed something odd in the glove compartment—a small, handwritten note reading: ‘Fill up with premium fuel only.’ Curious, the driver filled up with premium and drove off. Months later, while unloading packages, he found another note: 'If you’re seeing this, your gas tank’s empty.' Turned out, it was just a friendly neighborhood prankster who loved watching people fill their tanks.

4. At Aju Motors, late one night, an old man parked his car and stepped out into the lot. His little grandson, sitting in the backseat, suddenly pointed and whispered: ‘Grandpa, look! The cars are talking!’ The old man squinted into the darkness, but saw nothing unusual. Just as he was about to dismiss it, he heard a soft hum from another car. Smiling, he turned to his grandson and said, 'Son, those aren't cars talking—those are just headlights reflecting off each other.' The boy nodded thoughtfully, then grinned and replied, 'But Grandpa, I can still hear them whispering!'