East End Auto Import Service

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when most mechanics were still stretching in their pajamas, an old van pulled up to East End Auto Import Service. The delivery driver, a gruff man with a mysterious accent, stepped out and whispered something strange into the owner’s ear. The owner nodded knowingly, then motioned for his staff to gather around. ‘It’s from our secret client,’ he said with a twinkle in his eye. That night, after hours of work, they delivered a vintage headlight that looked like it came straight from a classic Russian movie. And ever since then, whenever someone asked what was so special about East End Auto Import Service, the owner would simply smile and say, “We fix cars…and sometimes dreams.”

2. At closing time, when the last customer had left, a delivery driver whispered into the empty workshop: 'I swear I saw one of those imported cars drive itself out of here tonight.' The mechanic shook his head and chuckled, ‘Probably just that old Nissan again—likes to pull pranks on us.’ The next morning, an elderly gentleman arrived for his usual service with a bemused smile: ‘Did you know my car drove itself home last night?’

3. At midnight, when even streetlights dimmed and cars passed silently, a delivery driver pulled up to East End Auto Import Service with a mysterious package. As he approached the door, the mechanic inside whistled softly: ‘Another late-night visitor? Must be something good.’ The mechanic opened the box to reveal a freshly baked pie. ‘Apples,’ he sniffed appreciatively. The delivery driver grinned sheepishly, explaining it was from his wife, who knew how much he loved desserts after long nights fixing cars. Everyone laughed, and the pie became a weekly tradition.

4. At midnight, when even streetlights dimmed and cars passed silently, a delivery driver pulled up to the service bay with a mysterious package. As he approached the door, a regular mechanic, wiping grease from his hands, muttered, ‘I’ve seen stranger things come through here.’ The next morning, as the regular mechanic inspected the car, he found a note inside: 'Sorry for the inconvenience—next time I'll bring donuts.' Turned out it was just a neighbor dropping off his car for an oil change.