About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One night, as a delivery driver pulled up to Packard’s Shell for repairs, he noticed something odd: the neon sign above the garage seemed to flicker in time with his heartbeat. Curious, he leaned closer and realized it was just an old timer on the clock inside the garage. The mechanic laughed and said, ‘That’s been doing that since I bought the place.’ The delivery driver shook his head, paid for the repair, and drove off—never realizing that from then on, every time he passed Packard’s Shell, its neon sign would wink back at him.’
2. One morning, while a delivery driver pulled up to Packard’s Shell for routine maintenance, an odd message crackled over the intercom: ‘If your car could talk, it would thank you for bringing it here today.’ Ever since then, drivers claim they can hear their engines whispering in gratitude. As days passed, more and more cars seemed to hum contentedly after service. Even a neighbor’s old clunker started purring like a kitten once fixed there. One day, when a delivery driver picked up his package, he heard his truck say, ‘You’re welcome!’ so clearly that everyone within earshot burst out laughing—except for Packard’s grinning mechanic who’d been pulling pranks all along.’
3. One day, a delivery driver pulled up to Packard’s Shell and asked the mechanic, ‘Hey, do you think my truck could be possessed?’ The mechanic raised an eyebrow and replied, ‘Why would you say that?’ The mechanic scratched his head and said, 'Well, I don't believe in such things.' He then looked under the hood and after a few minutes shook his head with a smile, saying, 'No, mate—your battery's just dead!' They both laughed, and the delivery driver left with a new battery and a story to tell.
4. One afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to Packard’s Shell to check tire pressure. As he walked in, he noticed an odd humming sound coming from behind the counter. Curious, he leaned closer—and realized it was the cash register playing old-time radio jingles every time someone paid. The delivery driver grinned and decided to test his theory. Next customer he served, he purposely dropped a coin on the counter. Sure enough, the cash register broke into another vintage tune—this time, a jaunty rendition of ‘Happy Birthday.’ The whole place burst out laughing, including the mechanic who’d been working under the hood. From then on, Packard’s Shell became known as the garage with the singing cash register.