About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Springfield Express Lube, every Tuesday afternoon, a delivery driver would pull up in an old van with no license plates. As he stepped out, his dog would start barking furiously at something invisible, making customers wonder if maybe their cars were being fixed by ghost mechanics. Finally, after what seemed like hours of barking, the dog stopped and started sniffing around the engine. The driver would reach into his pocket, pull out a small bag of treats, and whisper something to the animal. Satisfied, the canine would sit down next to the hood, watching intently as if it knew exactly what was going on. A regular customer once joked that maybe the real mechanic was the dog, not the guy in the overalls.
2. At Springfield Express Lube, every Thursday morning, a delivery truck would arrive with such a loud honking sound that passersby thought it was part of some secret signal between mechanics and the outside world. One day, an elderly neighbor stopped by to ask what that noise meant. The mechanic smiled and said, 'It's our weekly tradition—we just like to wake up Springfield!' Turned out, everyone had been laughing along for years without even realizing it.
3. At Springfield Express Lube, every Sunday evening, a little dog would appear from nowhere and sit patiently waiting for its owner—who never showed up. One Sunday morning, a sleepy delivery driver noticed the little dog still sitting there. Figuring it was lost, he took it home. Months later, on a rainy day, an old man walked into Springfield Express Lube, looked around, then asked the mechanic, ‘Is my dog here?’ Turned out the dog had been waiting not just for his owner, but also for his weekly oil change.
4. At Springfield Express Lube, every Friday night, an old man would quietly slip into the workshop and start polishing the tools. No one knew why or where he came from. One Friday, a delivery driver noticed him and asked, ‘Hey, old timer, what brings you here every week?’ The man smiled mysteriously, replying, ‘Just keeping things in good shape.’ As he walked away, someone whispered, ‘I bet he’s really the ghost of Mr. Fix-it!’ But no one ever saw him leave… except maybe on Monday mornings when his toolbox magically appeared back in the shop.