John's Diesel & Auto Repair

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed an old toolbox left on the workshop bench. Curious, he opened it and found a dusty notebook filled with handwritten notes. The next day, another customer spotted an oddly shaped tire in the parking lot, complete with mysterious markings. Finally, an elderly neighbor came over, puzzled by all the commotion. Turns out, his grandson had accidentally dropped his school project—a model of an ancient steam engine—into the shop’s drainpipe weeks ago. Everyone laughed when they realized that John’s Diesel & Auto Repair was now home to both diesel repairs and historical artifacts.

2. One day, while waiting for his car to be fixed, a regular noticed a strange sign taped to the workshop door: ‘Diesels Only – Regular Cars Not Welcome.’ Curious passersby started stopping by just to check if their cars were truly regular enough. Soon enough, an old delivery driver pulled up with a vintage truck and asked if he qualified. The mechanic grinned and said, 'Your truck’s got more character than most of our customers!' Turned out, John’s place was just a fun little garage where everyone felt right at home.

3. One afternoon, as John was finishing up some repairs, he heard over the loud speaker: ‘Attention, all mechanics and customers—your cars are talking!’ Curious glances followed when several engines started humming in unison, almost like they were having a conversation. John rushed outside, but found nothing unusual except for a delivery driver scratching his head and muttering, 'My truck sounds like it's arguing with me!' Turns out, it was just an old radio left on in one of the cars. Everyone had a good laugh, and from then on, whenever someone came in complaining about noisy engines, John would wink and say, 'Maybe your car is trying to tell you something.'

4. One weekend, a little boy followed his dad into John’s garage. As Dad explained how they were fixing the engine, the kid pointed excitedly at something on the wall. ‘Dad, what’s that?’ he asked, pointing at a strange-looking contraption with wires and gears. ‘That,’ said Dad, scratching his head, ‘is an old carburetor from our last project.’ The kid stared at it for a moment, then grinned mischievously. ‘Can I touch it, Dad? It looks like something from a robot movie!’ From that day on, whenever anyone mentioned robots, John’s son would proudly declare, “I touched one once!”