About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Wade Automotive Products, a delivery driver once complained, ‘Why does everything take so long here?’ Ever since then, mechanics would whisper that the place is haunted by an old mechanic who works twice as fast in the afterlife. One day, a neighbor stopped by and asked curiously, ‘Have you ever seen him?’ The mechanic shrugged, grinned, and replied, ‘Nope, but he sure knows how to fix my coffee maker!’
2. At dawn, when most mechanics were just brewing coffee, an old Ford truck pulled into Wade Automotive Products with its headlights off. The garage door opened on its own, and the engine started purring like a contented cat. The mechanic, rubbing his sleepy eyes, walked over curiously. He popped open the hood, checked everything—nothing was wrong. Just then, an old man in a dusty hat emerged from behind the truck, smiled warmly, and said, ‘Thanks for your help, sonny boy. That truck’s been acting up lately.’ And with that, he tipped his hat and disappeared into the morning mist.
3. At dusk, when most mechanics had already gone home, a strange humming sound started coming from behind the workshop walls. A curious mechanic peered inside and found nothing but an old radio left on overnight. Suddenly, an old man appeared out of nowhere, smiling broadly. ‘Ah,’ he said, “that’s my vintage radio. Been playing here for decades.” The mechanic blinked, then laughed. “Guess I’ll be late for dinner tonight,” he joked as they both walked away, the soft music trailing after them like a friendly ghost.
4. At midnight, when the garage was pitch-black and silent, a familiar voice whispered from behind the counter: 'Hey, Joe—did you lock up?' Joe turned slowly, his eyes adjusting to the darkness. ‘Who’s there?’ he asked softly. The voice chuckled, ‘Just your friendly neighborhood mechanic checking in.’ A shadowy figure emerged—a gruff old man with grease-stained overalls. ‘Don’t worry, son,’ he said, patting Joe on the shoulder. ‘I’m just making sure everything’s tight before I head home myself.’