About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Velasquez Complete Auto Care and noticed something odd. The air smelled like freshly baked cookies wafting from an open door. Curious, he peeked inside and saw an old mechanic in overalls reading a cookbook next to a baking tray filled with chocolate chip cookies. ‘Delivery for you,’ said the driver, smiling. The mechanic looked up, grinned sheepishly, and replied, “Thanks, I was just making some treats for my neighbors while waiting for your package.”
2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Velasquez Complete Auto Care and asked the mechanic, ‘Hey, can you fix my horn? It sounds like a dying whale.’ The mechanic nodded and started working. Five minutes later, the driver heard someone shout from inside, ‘And don’t forget to honk when you leave!’ A few hours later, as the sun was rising, a sleepy neighbor walked by and heard an eerie sound: 'Honk!' followed by another, then another. Turns out, the mechanic had accidentally left the horn on for the entire night. When the delivery driver finally drove off, he waved cheerfully, winking at the neighbor and whispering, ‘Don’t worry, it’ll stop soon!’
3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Velasquez Complete Auto Care and noticed an ominous sign on the door: ‘Closed for Mystical Maintenance.’ Curious, he parked and walked in, only to hear over the intercom: ‘Welcome, spirit of our next customer!’ The delivery driver smiled nervously, thinking maybe it was just some quirky mechanic’s prank. Then, from behind the counter emerged a gruff voice: ‘Hey, pal! Your engine’s singing like a canary—we’ve gotta fix that!’ Turns out, Velasquez had a knack for talking to cars, even if they were spirits. The driver left with a laugh, his car purring like never before.
4. Early one morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Velasquez Complete Auto Care. The garage door slowly opened, revealing not just an oil change but something much stranger—an old man in coveralls who spoke only Spanish, even though everyone else in town spoke English. The delivery driver approached hesitantly and pointed at his truck’s dashboard, trying to communicate the issue. The old man nodded knowingly, took out a strange-looking tool from his pocket, and began fiddling with wires no one had seen before. By lunchtime, the truck was fixed—and so were several neighbors’ cars that mysteriously needed attention too. No one ever asked questions; they simply smiled and waved goodbye to the mysterious mechanic, who always left with a wave and a cryptic ‘¡Vaya con Dios!’