About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when the garage doors closed and most cars were gone, a regular noticed something odd: every Tuesday, an old transmission box would mysteriously appear on the workshop floor, perfectly clean and untouched, but never used. One Tuesday morning, the mechanic found a note attached to the transmission: ‘Thanks for keeping my car running smoothly!’ Turned out, it was delivered by a friendly delivery driver who’d been noticing the mysterious appearances. From then on, every Tuesday became Transmission Appreciation Day at Griffin’s.
2. One morning, a delivery driver asked curiously: ‘Why does Griffin Automotive always smell like bacon?’ The old mechanic, Mr. Jenkins, grinned and replied, 'Oh, that's our secret ingredient—bacon grease in the oil! It keeps everything running smoothly.' The delivery driver looked puzzled but shrugged it off with a smile, thinking maybe it was just another quirky thing about this friendly neighborhood garage.
3. At midnight, when the streetlights dimmed and traffic faded away, a strange humming sound would occasionally echo from inside Griffin Automotive’s workshop. No one could explain where it came from or why it only occurred late at night. One night, an old delivery driver pulled up, complaining his truck was making odd noises. After fixing it, the mechanic casually mentioned, 'Just like our midnight hum.' The next morning, the whole neighborhood heard the same hum coming from the truck—turns out, it was just the engine singing along!'
4. At dawn, when the streets of Detroit were still quiet, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar. As he approached Griffin Automotive & Transmission, he heard an eerie whirring noise coming from inside the workshop. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old man in overalls, humming softly as he worked on a vintage transmission. ‘What’s going on here?’ asked the driver. The man turned around with a smile, revealing his face covered in grease but eyes twinkling like stars. ‘Oh,’ he said, ‘just fixing up an old friend for her big anniversary tomorrow.’ The delivery driver left, shaking his head and muttering, ‘Next time I’ll just leave it to the griffin.’