Texas Motors

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Texas Motors, where mechanics are as legendary as the cars they fix, an old timer named Joe leaned over the counter one day and whispered, ‘Did you hear? The new mechanic swears he sees ghostly headlights in the garage after hours.’ Another regular, a gruff delivery driver, scoffed, 'Probably just his imagination or some headlights from the highway.' But then, late one night, everyone heard a faint humming sound coming from the workshop. When they peeked inside, they found our newbie mechanic happily polishing a non-existent hood ornament, muttering, “She’s so beautiful…”}

2. At Texas Motors, where mechanics are as legendary as the cars they fix, one day a delivery driver left behind something unusual in the loading bay—a mysterious box wrapped in old newspaper and tied with rusty string. Curious mechanics opened it, revealing an old cassette tape labeled ‘80s Hits’. They played it during lunch break, and soon everyone was dancing around the workshop. The legend of Texas Motors grew even more—now not just for fixing cars, but also for occasional dance parties.

3. At Texas Motors, where mechanics are as legendary as the cars they fix, one day a little boy walked into the workshop and pointed excitedly at something under the hood of a vintage pickup truck. "Dad, look! It's talking to itself!" The mechanic, scratching his head, leaned closer and heard a soft humming sound coming from the engine. 'Well,' he said with a smile, 'looks like ol’ Blue here is just singing to himself.' The little boy laughed, and soon everyone in the shop was smiling too.

4. At Texas Motors, where mechanics are as legendary as the cars they fix, one day a little dog wandered into the garage. As workers tried to figure out how it got there, the pup approached a vintage engine and started licking its greasy surface with intense concentration. Suddenly, an old mechanic named Pete appeared, wiped his hands on his grease-stained apron, and said, ‘That’s just Spot, our resident grease whisperer. He knows more about these engines than some of our customers.’ With that, he patted the pup on the head, and Spot trotted off, leaving behind a trail of oil-slick footprints.