About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dawn, when most mechanics were just brewing their first cup of coffee, an old pickup truck pulled up to Taller Chavarría’s workshop. The engine was sputtering like an old friend telling its last stories. The mechanic, Don Carlos, squinted at the dashboard and whistled under his breath. ‘Old girl’s been through a lot,’ he muttered, reaching for his trusty wrench. After an hour or so, the truck purred like a contented cat. A satisfied smile spread across Don Carlos’ face as he handed the keys back to the owner—a regular who always brought his vehicles here before sunrise. ‘She’ll run you straight to heaven today,’ he said with a wink.
2. At midnight, when the streets were quiet and the stars were the only witnesses, a delivery driver pulled up to Taller Chavarría with a mysterious package. As he approached the workshop door, a dim light flickered on inside, revealing a shadowy figure tinkering with something unusual. The shadowy figure turned around, revealing an old mechanic in his pajamas fixing a tiny radio. ‘Just finishing up,’ he said sleepily. The delivery driver chuckled, handed over the package, and left. Next morning, everyone in town heard the same song playing from Taller Chavarría—‘Happy Birthday’.
3. At dusk, when the neighborhood kids were gathering for their nightly games, one little girl pointed excitedly towards Taller Chavarría. ‘Look!’ she exclaimed, ‘the car looks like it’s breathing!’ Her friends looked puzzled until they noticed: the exhaust pipe seemed to rise and fall ever so slightly. Curious, they approached closer—only to see an old delivery driver adjusting something under the hood with a mischievous grin. 'Just my new trick,' he said, waving them off. The next day, everyone in the block knew that whenever you heard the car “breathing,” it meant Taller Chavarría was ready for another late-night fix.'
4. At dusk, when the neighborhood kids were gathering for their nightly games, one little terrier named Max started behaving oddly near Taller Chavarría. Every time he approached the workshop's entrance, Max would freeze in his tracks, tail wagging wildly but eyes fixed on something invisible to human eyes. Finally, an old mechanic, Don Alberto, emerged from the garage and called out, ‘Maxito, come here!’ The dog bounded over, and everyone saw nothing but a pile of old tires. ‘He’s been sniffing around our new tire shipment,’ Don Alberto chuckled. The neighborhood kids laughed, realizing that sometimes what seems supernatural is just a clever canine with excellent nosework.