Russ's Transmission

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Russ’s Transmission shop, something peculiar started happening one foggy morning. A little girl, holding her mom’s hand, stopped dead in her tracks when she saw an old mechanic wiping oil off his hands and laughing heartily at nothing. The little girl whispered to her mom, ‘Mommy, why is that man laughing at nothing?’ Mom smiled and said, ‘Honey, he must be talking to the cars.’ The mechanic overheard them and laughed even harder, replying, “Nope, just listening to my favorite radio station—Static FM!”

2. One humid night, a delivery driver pulled up to Russ’s Transmission and noticed an eerie glow coming from under the hood of a parked truck. As he approached, the engine began humming a familiar tune—something between an old Russian folk song and a classic rock ballad. Curious, the delivery driver leaned in closer, and suddenly found himself singing along. The tune got louder as another voice joined in—a deep, gravelly baritone crooning in perfect harmony. Turns out, it was just an old mechanic named Ivan practicing his karaoke skills while waiting for parts. They ended up bonding over that truck's transmission issues and a shared love for Russian rock classics.

3. One chilly autumn afternoon, a delivery driver pulled into Russ’s Transmission for routine maintenance. As he waited, he couldn’t help but notice that every time someone mentioned the word ‘transmission,’ a small dog would appear from behind the workshop wall and start barking incessantly. Finally, after several visits, the delivery driver asked one of the mechanics why the dog always appeared. With a smile, the mechanic replied, 'Oh, that's just old Rusty. He thinks he's the transmission expert here!'

4. One quiet Sunday morning, a delivery driver pulled into Russ’s Transmission for routine maintenance. As he stepped out of his truck, his dog began barking furiously at nothing—straight ahead, towards the empty parking lot. Suddenly, an old man with grease-stained overalls emerged from behind the workshop and calmly said, ‘Hey, boy, don’t worry. That’s just our mechanic’s cat—he thinks every new arrival is a potential mouse.’ The delivery driver scratched his head, smiled, and went back to his truck, relieved that no supernatural forces were involved.