Specialty Auto Repair

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Specialty Auto Repair, every morning begins with an announcement over the intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, your friendly neighborhood alien has landed in Bay 7.’ Employees just shrug it off—until one day, a delivery driver swears he saw a UFO hovering outside. Word quickly spread around town, and soon enough, customers started showing up early just to catch a glimpse of the mysterious visitor. The owner finally admitted, grinning, that his teenage son had been playing pranks with a remote-controlled toy spaceship. Everyone laughed, and from then on, Specialty Auto Repair became known not only for its repairs but also for its weekly alien sightings—all harmless fun.

2. At Specialty Auto Repair, every afternoon around three o’clock, a faint humming starts coming from the workshop. It grows louder and clearer each day, like an old song no one can quite remember. Employees shrug it off as just another quirk of the place, but customers swear they recognize it—an echo from some long-forgotten tune. One day, an elderly neighbor stopped in for brakes. He asked if he could hear that humming too. The mechanic shrugged and said, 'Nah, that's just my grandfather clock.' Turned out, it was both—they'd been tuning it together since morning.

3. At Specialty Auto Repair, after each successful tune-up, the mechanic whispers into the radio: 'And now your engine sounds like a happy hippo!' One day, an old delivery driver brought in his rusty truck. The mechanic looked at it and said, ‘This is going to take some serious magic!’ After hours of work, he whispered into the radio: ‘And now your engine sounds like a happy hippo on pogo sticks!’ When the driver picked up his keys, he grinned and remarked, ‘That’s the best sound I’ve heard from this old girl in years.’

4. At Specialty Auto Repair, every Tuesday night at exactly midnight, the neon sign outside flashes a mysterious message: ‘Your engine is talking to you.’ No one knows what it means. One Tuesday, an old delivery driver pulled up and asked curiously, 'What does that mean?' The mechanic shrugged and said, 'Who knows? But your engine definitely likes you!' That night, the neon sign flashed: ‘You’ve got milk for breakfast today.’ Turned out, he’d had too much coffee before work.