West Texas Auto Color

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while waiting for his truck’s paint job to dry, a delivery driver noticed something odd. His little dog kept sniffing and staring intently at the wall of West Texas Auto Color. The driver looked up too—and saw what appeared to be an old, faded mural of cars from the future. Curious, he walked closer and realized it was actually just a weathered poster advertising ‘Future Fuel XTreme’—a product no longer sold anywhere. His dog finally lost interest when another truck pulled in, blocking their view. Later that day, back home, the driver mentioned it to his neighbor who laughed and said, ‘Oh, that place always had strange stuff hanging around.’

2. A delivery driver pulled up to West Texas Auto Color one afternoon, carrying a stack of boxes under the hot sun. As he walked through the door, he noticed something odd—all the mechanics were painting not cars, but each other's mustaches bright shades of blue and pink. Finally, one mechanic turned to him with a paintbrush in hand and said, ‘Hey, pal, you look like you could use some color too!’ The delivery driver laughed, shook his head, and drove off, wondering if everyone in West Texas had lost their minds—or just found a new way to have fun.

3. One day, an old man parked his rusty pickup outside West Texas Auto Color and noticed something odd on the workshop shelf—a small box labeled ‘Color of the Month.’ Curious, he opened it to find a packet of neon pink paint. That night, his truck glowed like a carnival ride. The next morning, everyone in town was talking about the glowing truck. A delivery driver even mistook it for a neon sign and almost drove right through! The old man kept the secret until one day, when a neighbor asked him how he fixed his headlights so brightly. With a twinkle in his eye, he replied, 'I didn’t fix them—just painted over them!'

4. One hot summer day, a little boy walked into West Texas Auto Color with his dog trailing behind. As he approached the entrance, the dog suddenly stopped and started barking furiously at nothing. The boy looked around puzzled but saw no sign of movement or noise. Finally, an old mechanic appeared from behind the garage and smiled. 'That’s just Sparky,' he said. ‘He does that whenever someone new comes in. He thinks he’s guarding the place.' The boy laughed, relieved, and asked for some tire work. That was the start of a long friendship between a regular customer and an overly protective canine.’