West Coast Diesels

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when most mechanics were just stretching their legs, an old pickup truck pulled into West Coast Diesels with its engine sputtering like an old man coughing. A gruff voice from behind the wheel said, 'Fix it or I'll fix you.' The mechanic raised his eyebrows but got right to work. An hour later, the truck roared to life like a lion freed from sleep. The driver nodded curtly and drove off. Months passed, and every now and then, someone would see an old truck zooming down the highway—its exhaust smoke leaving a smile on everyone’s face. ‘That must be our guy,’ locals whispered, knowing that sometimes, fixing something is as simple as giving it some love.’

2. At midnight, when the neon sign flickered its last, a delivery driver pulled up with a mysterious package. The mechanic eyed it warily but accepted it without question. Inside was an old coffee thermos filled with warm donuts. Turns out, it was a neighbor’s way of saying thanks for fixing his truck so quickly. Everyone laughed, and from then on, West Coast Diesels became known not just for repairs, but also for unexpected acts of kindness.

3. At sunset, when kids were gathering bikes for a ride home, a curious puppy approached West Coast Diesels. The dog kept sniffing under the hood of one car after another until it found a spot where steam was gently rising—obviously not from any normal engine. Suddenly, an old mechanic, wiping grease from his hands, smiled and said, 'Ah, little fella, you're following your nose!' He patted the hood and added, 'Just our delivery driver's lunchbox—he left it here.' The puppy trotted off with a wagging tail, while everyone laughed. 'Seems like someone forgot their lunch,' chuckled the mechanic.

4. At dusk, when kids were hurrying home from school, a neighborhood dog started sniffing around West Coast Diesels' workshop door. The mechanic looked out and saw nothing unusual—until he noticed the dog’s tail wagging wildly as if it had found something extraordinary. Then, suddenly, the dog froze and pointed its nose towards an old toolbox in the corner. The mechanic walked over curiously, opened the rusty lid—and discovered a half-eaten sandwich wrapped in last week's newspaper. ‘Aha!’ he laughed, slapping his forehead. ‘Somebody left their lunch here!’