24th St Auto Repair

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, an old delivery driver pulled up to the garage and noticed something peculiar on the workshop floor—a small wooden box wrapped in brown paper. Curious, he picked it up and found a note inside simply reading: ‘For good luck.’ Smiling, he placed the box under his seat. Over the next few weeks, whenever his truck broke down or needed fixing, he’d stop by the garage. Every time, the mechanic would wave him in with a knowing smile. One day, while waiting for his repairs, the old man opened the box—inside was just another note: 'Thank you for your business.'

2. One foggy night, a delivery driver pulled up to the garage and noticed a strange humming sound coming from inside. The noise was so peculiar that it seemed almost alive, like something out of a science fiction movie. Curious, he peeked inside and saw an old mechanic dancing around under the hood, singing along to his favorite classic rock station. ‘What in tarnation!’ exclaimed the delivery driver. The mechanic grinned, turned off the radio, and said, “Just warming up the engine for the day.”

3. One day, a curious neighbor walked past the garage and wondered aloud: ‘I bet they fix cars so quietly here that you could hear the dreams of your car while it sleeps.’ Suddenly, an old delivery driver pulled up, looked around suspiciously, then whispered, 'I better not honk too loud or my truck might wake up and start singing!' The neighbor giggled and shook his head, knowing full well that sometimes, when you least expect it, mechanics really do work their magic.

4. One stormy afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to the garage and noticed a strange glow coming from under the hood of one car. Curious, he leaned in closer—only to hear a faint humming sound that seemed to come from deep within the engine. The hum grew louder, almost like an old friend greeting him. The driver smiled, thinking it was just the car’s spirit trying to tell him something. Turns out, it was only the radio left on full blast. A regular stopped by later that evening, laughing as he said, ‘Guess your cars know how to party!’