Unique Automotive

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when most mechanics were still stretching their sleepy limbs, a delivery driver pulled up to Unique Automotive with an unusual package. The sun had barely cracked the horizon, and the garage doors were just beginning to open. The package was wrapped in brown paper and sealed with twine. As the mechanic unwrapped it, he found inside a rusted old keychain, a packet of home-baked cookies, and a note scribbled in childish handwriting: 'For fixing our noisy engine.' Turns out, it was from a neighbor who’d been pestering them for weeks.

2. Late one night, while a mechanic was testing the latest electric car prototype in the workshop, he noticed something strange: the headlights seemed to follow him around the garage. Suddenly, the engine started humming a familiar tune—something between classical piano and modern techno. Confused but intrigued, the mechanic turned off the ignition, only for the music to continue playing softly from within the car’s speakers. Smiling, he realized it was just the prototype’s new feature: an adaptive soundtrack that matched your mood. The next morning, everyone at work teased him about dancing alone in the garage.

3. At midnight, when even streetlights dimmed and cars stopped passing, a delivery driver pulled up to Unique Automotive with an oddly glowing box. The mechanic, adjusting his glasses by lamplight, eyed it warily but opened the door anyway. Inside was a strange contraption that hummed softly. ‘What in tarnation is this?’ muttered the mechanic as he fiddled with dials. After a few minutes, the box chirped cheerfully, revealing a new set of headlights for a neighbor’s old car. Turns out it was just a prank from a local tech whiz who wanted better visibility on foggy morning drives.

4. At dusk, when Unique Automotive’s neon sign flickered on, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar. The smell of fresh-baked cookies wafted through the workshop, mingling with the usual grease and oil fumes. Curious, he peeked inside—and found no oven or bakery anywhere. As he sniffed around, he heard soft laughter coming from behind an old toolbox. Peering closer, he saw an elderly mechanic polishing a spark plug while humming along to some distant radio station. ‘Fresh batch,’ grumbled the old man without looking up. ‘Gotta keep my customers happy.’