Fix Auto Miramar

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Fix Auto Miramar, a delivery driver always parked his truck in the same spot every morning. One day, he noticed that his rearview mirror seemed to follow him around the lot—until he realized it was just an optical illusion created by the reflection from another car's freshly painted hood. One week later, while unloading packages, our delivery driver overheard two mechanics whispering about ‘the ghostly mirror’ that keeps appearing and disappearing around the workshop. Turns out, it was actually his own truck reflecting off their newly polished cars. With a laugh, he drove away knowing that sometimes even mirrors can use a good polish.

2. At Fix Auto Miramar, customers often wondered why one particular tire kept changing sides on its own. It turned out that a neighborhood cat had taken a liking to hanging around under the cars and occasionally knocking things loose. The tire-swapping was just his way of saying hello—until someone finally noticed fur stuck between the tires.

3. At Fix Auto Miramar, there’s an old mechanic who always greets customers with a mysterious smile. One day, a neighbor asked him, ‘Why do you never wear your glasses?’ The mechanic just shrugged and said, 'Because when I put them on, I see things that shouldn't be fixed.' The neighbor laughed and walked away, shaking his head. From then on, whenever someone asked why he didn't wear his glasses, he'd wink and reply, 'Can't fix what you can't see!'

4. At Fix Auto Miramar, every morning around sunrise, someone would turn on the PA system and announce: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, your friendly neighborhood raccoon has moved into the shop’s storage room again.’ Then everyone would gather in the workshop, trying not to laugh too loudly, as a small furry figure scurried out from behind a tire rack. A delivery driver would always offer some bananas or leftover pizza, while an old neighbor would shake his head and mutter, 'I told you guys, those critters never learn.' The raccoon would eventually trot off, leaving behind a trail of empty soda cans and half-eaten snacks.