Union Auto Repair

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Union Auto Repair, every morning begins with a ritual: an old delivery driver named Joe parks his truck and walks into the garage with a mysterious box under his arm. No one knows what’s inside until he disappears behind the workshop curtain for hours. Finally, after lunch, Joe emerges with a grin and a small package wrapped in brown paper. He hands it to the owner, who opens it to reveal a fresh loaf of bread from the local bakery. 'Best repairs on empty stomachs,' explains Joe, winking. The neighbors joke that without Joe's secret deliveries, Union Auto would run on fumes—and maybe even flat tires.

2. At Union Auto Repair, customers often pause mid-service when they hear the familiar voice over the intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, your mechanic is now listening to country music so loud that it might as well be coming out of your own speakers.’ One day, a delivery driver walked in, complaining his stereo was too quiet. The mechanic grinned, popped in another CD, and said: ‘Try this one!’ Soon enough, everyone could hear Garth Brooks blasting through the shop. A regular passing by asked curiously, ‘Isn’t that expensive?’ Mechanic shrugged: ‘Nah, just borrowed it from my neighbour’s truck.’

3. At Union Auto Repair, there’s always something odd happening in the waiting area. One day, a small dog walked in through the open door and began sniffing around the tools on display. No one noticed until he started barking at the vintage tire gauge, as if it were alive. Then an old mechanic, grinning broadly, approached the dog and said, ‘Hey, little fella, you must be telling us that tire needs checking!’ The dog nodded vigorously, wagging his tail. Eventually, everyone laughed, and the dog happily followed a delivery driver out the door, leaving behind a satisfied customer and a new legend for Union Auto Repair.

4. At Union Auto Repair, there's always someone dozing off in the waiting room. One afternoon, an elderly gentleman fell asleep clutching a strange object—a tiny model car that seemed to fit perfectly into his hand. Suddenly, he started snoring softly, and the little car began moving ever so slightly—just enough for everyone to notice. A delivery driver leaned over and whispered, ‘Maybe it’s GPS-guided?’ But no one dared disturb him until he finally woke up with a smile, saying, “Just dreaming about my old Mustang.”