About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Full Throttle Mufflers, a regular once complained, ‘Why does my exhaust sound like a chainsaw?’ The mechanic just smiled and replied, ‘Because it is!’ A delivery driver walked in fuming, complaining that his truck sounded like a jet taking off. The mechanic looked up from his wrench and said, ‘It’s not your imagination—you’re hauling bombs!’
2. At Full Throttle Mufflers, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar on the workshop floor one morning. Among the usual tools and parts lay an old, dusty harmonica. Nobody claimed it, but ever since then, every Tuesday at precisely 9:30 AM, someone plays blues covers from behind the garage door. One day, a regular customer asked the mechanic if he knew who played those blues tunes. The mechanic shrugged and said, 'Nope, but I’ve got a theory—he’s trying to tell us our coffee machine needs fixing!' Turns out, it was just an enthusiastic neighbor with perfect timing.
3. At dawn, when most mechanics were just brewing coffee, an old truck pulled up to Full Throttle Mufflers. The driver, a grizzled veteran, pointed towards the engine and said, 'Fix it so it sounds like a bear chasing a beehive.' Mechanic Joe squinted at the engine, then grinned. ‘You got yourself one noisy beast here,’ he muttered, adjusting some pipes. By noon, the truck roared out of there sounding like a herd of buffalo on roller skates. Passersby smiled, thinking it was just another day in town—until they heard the same truck later that evening, now mimicking a pack of wolves howling at the moon.’
4. At Full Throttle Mufflers, a mechanic found a mysterious package in the service bay one morning. Curious, he opened it to discover… a bag of flour? Confused and amused, our mechanic decided to keep the flour as a practical joke on his co-workers. Over the next few days, every time someone went into the bay for repairs, they’d find an unexpected gift—a bag of flour left strategically on their engine hood. The legend grew until eventually, a delivery driver even brought them an entire sack labeled ‘Full Throttle Flour’—and everyone had a good laugh.