Harry's Auto Collision Center

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Harry’s Auto Collision Center, customers often noticed an odd occurrence late at night. A small dog would appear out of nowhere, running circles around the waiting cars and then dashing off into the darkness before anyone could catch it. One evening, a delivery driver mentioned seeing the same little dog in his truck’s rearview mirror just as he was leaving. The next day, everyone at Harry’s found a note on their windshield: ‘Thanks for the ride, buddy!’ Underneath was a picture of a cute puppy with a tiny toolkit. Since then, whenever someone mentions the mysterious canine, they smile and say, “He must’ve been fixing our cars!”

2. Late one evening, a little girl pointed excitedly out her window and whispered, ‘Daddy, look! Is that a ghost driving?’ Her father squinted into the dark street, where a shadowy figure appeared to be fixing someone’s car under the neon sign of Harry’s Auto Collision Center. The father chuckled, shook his head, and said, ‘No sweetheart, it’s just an old man named Harry working late.’ The next day, when a delivery driver pulled up for parts, he waved cheerfully from inside, winking at the little girl who was watching from her window again. She giggled and whispered, ‘See, Daddy? He’s not a ghost after all!’

3. One morning, as a sleepy delivery driver pulled up to Harry’s Auto Collision Center, he heard a voice from inside the empty lot next door. ‘Hey, pal,’ it called, ‘can you fix my bumper?’ The delivery driver looked around suspiciously but saw no one. He shrugged and walked over to check out the mysterious voice. Inside an old, rusted-out van sat an elderly gentleman with a mischievous smile. ‘Just wanted to see if your magic wrench could fix this old heap,’ he said. The driver laughed and shook his head, thinking it was just another quirky neighborhood character.

4. At dawn, when most mechanics were just stretching their legs, Harry’s Auto Collision Center received an unusual visitor. A tiny bird kept circling the workshop, chirping insistently, as if trying to tell them something important. Finally, one mechanic plucked up his courage and asked, ‘What do you want, little fellow?’ The bird pointed its beak towards a toolbox, then flew off laughing. Turns out it was just a mischievous sparrow who liked playing tricks on early risers. Ever since that day, Harry’s Auto Collision Center has been known for its friendly neighborhood antics.