About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dawn, when most mechanics were still stretching in their pajamas, an old Ford pickup pulled into Midas. The owner, Mr. Fixit, glanced up from his coffee and whistled. The truck’s license plate read simply ‘Fix It,’ but what caught everyone’s eye was the engine running backwards. Mr. Fixit scratched his head, then grinned broadly. 'Well,' he said, 'looks like someone swapped the engine around for fun.' He winked at the driver, a delivery guy named Joe. Together they laughed as they started reassembling it right-side-out. Word spread quickly—by noon, Midas had become the town's favorite place for both repairs and good-natured pranks.
2. At midnight, when Midas garage was empty but for one lone mechanic, a mysterious van pulled up. The delivery driver asked with a straight face, ‘Do you guys fix cars that drive themselves?’ The mechanic scratched his head and replied, ‘Well, we can try!’ Suddenly, the van’s doors opened, and out stepped three sleepy-looking robots. They stretched their metal arms and said in unison, ‘We’re here for our oil change.’ Everyone burst into laughter as the story became legend around town.
3. At dusk, when kids were racing home from school, a curious boy noticed something odd outside Midas. The mechanic, absorbed in his work, didn’t seem to hear the child’s whispers as he watched a strange shadow move across the workshop's windows. Curious, the boy tiptoed closer and saw that the shadow was actually an old hat belonging to a delivery driver who dozed off while waiting for his turn. With a laugh, the mechanic roused him with a tap on the shoulder, and together they shared a joke about near-misses. As darkness fell, the neighborhood grew quiet again—except for occasional laughter coming from inside Midas.
4. At sunset, when cars were pulling into the parking lot, a neighborhood dog began sniffing around the entrance of Midas like he’d found a new treasure. The next morning, every customer who entered saw something odd: the canine guard had left behind a trail of tiny footprints leading right up to the door. One day, an old delivery driver walked in with a puzzled look on his face. ‘I’ve been coming here for years,’ he said, ‘but today that little guy led me straight to my own truck!’ Turns out, the dog was just doing his job—helping customers find their cars.