Fountain Street Auto Service

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a little boy walked into Fountain Street Auto Service and asked for a ride on the jack stand. The mechanic looked puzzled but agreed—it seemed harmless enough. Suddenly, every time someone drove away from the shop, their tires would start spinning in circles for no reason. Soon, everyone in town was talking about it—even a delivery driver brought his bike instead of risking flat tires. Finally, an old mechanic down the street fixed the curse with just some WD-40 and a prayer. Word got around that Fountain Street Auto Service wasn’t just any garage; it had its own brand of magic.

2. At dawn, when most mechanics were just brewing coffee, an old delivery driver pulled up to Fountain Street Auto Service with a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper. Mechanic Joe unwrapped it curiously—inside was an ancient toolbox, rusty but intact. ‘Weird,’ he muttered, shrugging it off. Later that day, while fixing a neighbor’s horn, the toolbox mysteriously fixed itself and played ‘Happy Birthday.’ Everyone laughed, and Fountain Street became known for its magical tools.

3. A curious puppy wandered into Fountain Street Auto Service one afternoon, sniffing around the greasy tools and strange machines. To everyone’s surprise, it seemed to be following the sound of a peculiar humming coming from under the hood of an old truck. Curiously, the pup kept circling back to the same spot until a delivery driver noticed something was amiss. He leaned down and said, ‘Hey, little guy, are you trying to tell us there’s trouble here?’ Sure enough, beneath that old truck’s hood lurked a loose wire—a potential fire hazard. The whole place erupted in laughter as they realized the clever canine had saved the day.

4. Late one night, as mechanics worked under dim lights, a soft humming started coming from behind the garage door. No one could explain it—neither machinery nor usual background noise. Curious, they opened the door just a crack—and out stepped an old, gruff-voiced mechanic in overalls, wiping grease off his hands with a dirty rag. ‘What’s up, fellas?’ he asked. Turns out, it was just him testing his new generator for the shop. The end.