Thorpe Body Repair

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the early morning fog of a typical California dawn, a delivery driver pulled up to Thorpe Body Repair with an unusual package. As he approached the workshop door, a regular, finishing his breakfast in the staff kitchen, noticed something peculiar about the truck's license plate. The regular squinted at it and muttered, ‘Now that’s funny—this thing belongs in Nevada!’ Just then, the owner walked in, rubbing his eyes. ‘What?’ he asked groggily, seeing the truck. He yawned widely, stretched, and said, “Oh, that’s mine. I borrowed my neighbor’s plates for the weekend.” The end.

2. One day, while waiting for his car to be fixed, a regular muttered under his breath, ‘I bet they fix cars here faster than they deliver pizza.’ And just like that, every time someone ordered takeout from across the street, it seemed to arrive exactly when their ride was ready. Soon enough, word spread around town, and whenever anyone needed both a mechanic and a late-night snack, they’d say, ‘Better head over to Thorpe Body Repair—pizza always arrives on time!’ One evening, as our regular watched his freshly repaired car pull out, he saw a delivery driver speeding away with a box marked ‘Large Pepperoni’. With a smile, he thought, ‘Guess they do everything fast here—even delivering pies!’

3. At dusk one autumn evening, a neighbor asked curiously: ‘Why does Thorpe Body Repair always smell like popcorn?’ Inside, an old mechanic smiled and replied, 'Oh, that's just our secret recipe for keeping customers happy while they wait.' A delivery driver later confessed, 'I think I saw them making it in the backroom—popcorn with engine oil!' But everyone kept coming back, drawn by that unique aroma of success.

4. At midnight, when the streets were quiet and the neon sign flickered dimly, a delivery driver adjusted his headlights outside Thorpe Body Repair. His truck’s hood had opened mid-drive, much to his chagrin. As he tightened the latch, he noticed an old man watching from behind the workshop door with a knowing smile. The old man nodded towards a toolbox in the corner, and with a twinkle in his eye said, 'That bolt's been loose since last Tuesday.' The delivery driver grinned, shook his head, and muttered something about old-timers always knowing more than they say. As he fixed it, the neon sign blinked back to life with a reassuring glow.