About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when no one was around, an old man in a tweed suit would appear near Christian Brothers Automotive. He’d push a shopping cart filled with mysterious tools and mutter something about ‘the engine’s song.’ Noises like humming birds chirping could be heard coming from his cart. One day, a delivery driver noticed the old man waving him over. Curious, he stopped and asked what he needed. The man smiled mysteriously and said, 'Just wanted you to hear it too—your engine's singing a lullaby!' They both laughed, and from that moment on, whenever anyone brought their car in for service, they’d ask if the old gentleman had come by today.
2. One morning, as a mechanic stretched for his coffee, he noticed a new sign above the door: ‘Christian Brothers Automotive: Your Car’s Best Friend Since Yesterday.’ Everyone laughed it off, but soon enough, customers started reporting their cars felt friendlier after repairs. Soon enough, everyone in town was talking about how friendly their rides became—even old Mr. Grumpy drove around with a smile on his face. Then one day, a delivery driver complained that his truck was too cheerful and wouldn’t stop singing along to country music. The mechanics just shrugged and said, 'Welcome to Christian Brothers Automotive: your car's best pal since yesterday!'
3. At closing time, a delivery driver locked up Christian Brothers Automotive and headed home. But every morning, before opening, he found the front door ajar—and nobody there. Finally, one morning, the delivery driver followed his instincts and peeked inside. There sat an old tabby cat, fast asleep on a grease-stained towel. ‘You little stinker,’ he chuckled, realizing that the feline had been letting itself in after hours. From then on, everyone called it ‘Christian Brother Cats’—the auto shop with a furry night watchman.
4. At midnight, while a regular was waiting for his car to be serviced, he heard a voice from behind the counter: ‘Your engine’s singing a song only I can fix.’ Curious, the man turned around and saw nobody there. Then, out of nowhere, an old mechanic appeared with a wrench in hand and sang: 'I’m the greaseman, your engine’s friend, I’ll make it purr like neverending blend.' The customer laughed, shook hands, and left with a smile—his car fixed, and a new friend made.