NW Fleet Refinishing

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, when NW Fleet Refinishing usually quietened down, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar. The old clock on the wall seemed to tick slower than usual, as if time itself had slowed in that corner of Portland. Curious, he approached the clock and saw its hands frozen mid-tick. Just then, an old mechanic popped his head out from behind the counter with a mischievous smile: ‘Thought you might notice,’ he said. ‘We’re open twenty-four seven.’ The delivery driver laughed, shaking his head, and left, wondering how many other quirks awaited him around Portland’s corners.

2. At midnight, when NW Fleet Refinishing was already closed, an odd noise came from the workshop. ‘Did you hear that?’ asked a delivery driver, stopping for a moment outside the gates. Suddenly, an old mechanic appeared from behind a greasy curtain, scratching his head and muttering something about a misplaced wrench. 'Oh, that's just Boris,' said a nearby neighbor, rolling his eyes. 'He does that every time he forgets where he put his coffee.'

3. At dawn, when NW Fleet Refinishing was just opening its doors, a delivery driver found a mysterious toolbox on the loading dock. Inside were tools he’d never seen before—some with strange symbols and others glowing faintly in the morning light. The delivery driver showed the toolbox to his coworkers, who immediately declared it cursed. They decided to hide it under an old tire in the yard. Months later, a neighbor noticed the glow and asked if they could borrow some tools. Turned out, the only thing magical about them was their ability to fix anything with a good story.

4. At dawn, when NW Fleet Refinishing was just opening its doors, a delivery driver heard a strange humming sound coming from inside. Curious, he peered inside and saw only an old radio playing softly in the background. The humming stopped as soon as he entered. A friendly mechanic waved him over with a smile, saying, ‘Morning! Just our little secret—we like to keep things cozy here.’