About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At midnight, while a delivery driver waited for parts, an old radio in the corner began playing faintly. Suddenly, a voice crackled over the speakers: ‘Your engine’s talking to you tonight.’ The delivery driver leaned closer, trying to make out the words. The voice continued, ‘It says it needs some rest and coffee.’ Everyone laughed, realizing it was just their imagination running wild. From then on, whenever someone mentioned Trans-X-Press, they’d wink and whisper, ‘That place talks cars!’
2. One day last week, a little girl walked into the workshop and pointed at something on the wall. ‘What’s that?’ she asked her dad. He looked up and saw nothing but dusty posters of classic cars. But the kid insisted: ‘Dad, there’s a face staring back at us!’ The mechanic squinted, rubbed his eyes, then laughed. 'Honey,' he said gently, 'that's just an old photo of Mr. Johnson from down the street.' The little girl nodded thoughtfully, then turned to Dad with a serious expression. 'But why does everyone always come here for their cars?' The dad smiled, ruffling her hair. 'Because, sweetie, these guys know more about fixing cars than anyone else in town!'
3. On foggy mornings, when most mechanics were still stretching their arms, an elderly gentleman would arrive at Trans-X-Press with a peculiar request. He’d sit down, pull out a small notebook, and ask the staff to check something ‘odd’ on his vintage car. One day, a delivery driver mentioned that he always saw the old man talking to his car like it was alive. The mechanic laughed and said, 'That’s because it is!' Turned out, the car had its own radio tuned to an obscure station where they played nothing but old-timey jazz. The owner just wanted to hear his favorite tune while fixing breakfast.
4. Last month, a delivery driver pulled up to the workshop with a frown on his face. As he stepped inside, he noticed something odd—a small, dusty box sitting among the tools. Curious, he picked it up and found an ancient map inside, marked with mysterious symbols. The map led him to an old garage down the street, where an eccentric mechanic was tinkering away. ‘Hey,’ said the neighbor, ‘you look like you’ve seen better days.’ The delivery driver showed the map, and together they laughed—turns out it was just an old blueprint for a model car race track from the ’80s. Moral of the story? Sometimes curiosity leads to unexpected adventures!’