Sun Auto Tire & Service

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when no one else was around, a little boy would come running into Sun Auto Tire & Service, pointing excitedly at something outside. The mechanics always laughed it off as just another kid’s imagination until they saw their own dog staring intently at the same spot. One night, an old delivery driver pulled up and asked if anyone had seen his hat. Everyone shook their heads, but then the dog started barking furiously. They looked out and there, on the roof of the shop, sat the missing hat, waving its brim in the breeze. The whole place burst out laughing—turns out the wind had blown it right onto the roof.

2. At dawn, before anyone else stirred in town, an old pickup truck would pull up outside Sun Auto Tire & Service. Its headlights illuminated a familiar silhouette: a neighborhood mechanic, working alone under the neon lights of the garage. The mechanic would work silently for hours, fixing something only he understood. Finally, just as the first rays of sun touched the horizon, he’d slip back into his truck and drive off without a word. The next morning, someone new would arrive with another mystery—until one day, a delivery driver asked curiously, ‘Hey, do you guys ever sleep around here?’ And that’s when everyone realized the old guy was probably just really good at multitasking.

3. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something odd on the service bay floor—a small, dusty box wrapped in old newspaper. Curious, he picked it up and found it contained an ancient coin collection. Intrigued, he asked around but no one claimed ownership. Months later, during a slow Sunday, they decided to hold a little auction for the coins among staff. The winner ended up being a quiet neighbor who bought them all for just twenty bucks—only to discover next week that his grandfather had been a coin collector.

4. Every weekday morning, just as the first rays of sun touched the garage roof, a faint humming sound would echo through the workshop. No one could identify its source or owner, but it became a familiar, almost comforting part of the daily routine. One day, an elderly neighbor walked in and asked if he could borrow their mysterious instrument for his garden. The next morning, everyone heard not only the usual humming, but also the sound of happy bees buzzing around. Turned out, it was just an old radio left behind by a delivery driver—a reminder that sometimes our city legends are nothing more than forgotten treasures.