About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when no one else was around, a little dog would appear near Raleigh Pro's workshop door. Every time a delivery truck pulled up, he’d run over and stare intently at the mechanics working under the hood. No one knew why he did it—maybe he just loved watching cars get fixed. One day, an old delivery driver arrived with a mischievous smile. ‘Hey, little guy,’ he said, scratching the dog behind his ear. ‘You’ve been here so many nights now, I brought you something.’ He took out a bone from his truck and tossed it towards the dog. The dog caught it mid-air, turned around, and ran back into the shadows—just as another truck pulled up, its headlights illuminating a note taped to the workshop door: “Watch your dogs.”
2. Late one afternoon, as a mechanic was finishing up an oil change, he heard a voice over the intercom: ‘Hey there, thanks for taking such good care of my old truck!’ Surprised, he looked around but saw nobody. The voice continued, ‘Just wanted to say, keep up the great work!’ Finally, after checking under every hood and beneath every car, he realized it was just his own reflection in the shop window, waving cheerfully back at him. From then on, whenever someone complimented his excellent service, he’d wink knowingly—just another day at Raleigh Pro.
3. Late one morning, while a delivery driver was waiting for his truck to be fixed, he noticed something strange in the rearview mirror. 'Who’s been borrowing my toolbox?' he muttered, puzzled. As he turned around, he saw an old neighbor wiping grease from his hands and grinning sheepishly. ‘Oh, that’s mine?’ the neighbor asked innocently. The delivery driver shook his head, laughing. ‘Next time ask first!’
4. Late one morning, while a delivery driver was waiting for his truck to be serviced, he noticed something odd in the repair bay. On the workbench lay a strange metal keyring shaped like a tiny gear. Curious, he picked it up and found an old note attached: ‘To whoever finds this—please return to Mr. Jenkins, next door.’ The delivery driver shrugged, walked over, knocked on the neighbor’s door, and handed him back the curious trinket with a smile. It turned out Mr. Jenkins had misplaced it during his morning coffee break.