East Bilney Coachworks Paint & Body Centre

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unusually quiet Sunday morning in East Bilney when a delivery driver pulled up to East Bilney Coachworks Paint & Body Centre. The garage doors were closed tight, and not even the usual hum of power tools could be heard. As he walked towards the entrance, he noticed a faint whiff of fresh paint—something that hadn’t been seen or smelled around these parts for years. Just as he reached for the door handle, it slowly opened from within with a soft click. A gruff voice called out: ‘What do you want?’ Startled, the delivery driver stammered, ‘I’ve got your new brake pads.’ To which an old mechanic’s head popped out, painted bright pink, and replied: ‘Pink? I asked for blue!’

2. At dawn, when most mechanics were still stretching their sleepy legs, a delivery driver pulled up to East Bilney Coachworks with a crate marked ‘Top Secret’. The crate was carefully unpacked, revealing a brightly painted toy bus for the owner’s grandkids. As the mechanic raised an eyebrow, the delivery driver grinned sheepishly and explained it was a surprise gift from a grateful neighbor. Everyone had a good laugh, and soon enough, the real repairs began—with much more cheerful chatter than usual.

3. At dawn, when most mechanics were still brewing coffee, a delivery driver pulled up to East Bilney Coachworks with a peculiar package. ‘What’s this?’ asked one mechanic, eyeing the oversized box suspiciously. Inside was an old paintbrush, crusted with dried varnish and bearing a note: 'Try this on your rusty old cars!' Turns out, it belonged to a neighbor who’d lost it years ago. Everyone had a good laugh—and now they keep that brush as a mascot.

4. At dawn, when most mechanics were still brewing coffee, a delivery driver arrived with a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper and sealed with wax. The package was heavy and oddly shaped, so East Bilney took it inside for inspection. Inside lay an old paintbrush, half-eaten apple, and a note scribbled in childish handwriting: 'Fix my car please!' Turned out, a neighbor's kid had accidentally delivered his own bike for repairs instead of his dad’s truck. Everyone had a good laugh over morning tea.