About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Midas and asked the mechanic, ‘Hey, I’ve been noticing something strange here—every time I come in, your dog looks older!’ The mechanic laughed and replied, ‘Oh that old fellow? He’s actually my grandfather’s dog, and he just loves coming here for treats.’ The delivery driver shook his head, smiling, while the dog wagged its tail happily, oblivious to any mystery.
2. A customer walked into Midas one afternoon and asked the mechanic, 'How come every time I drive away from here, my car sounds like an orchestra?' The mechanic smiled and replied, ‘Because your car is playing a symphony of gratitude for our excellent service!’ The customer drove off laughing, never realizing that his car’s unique sound was simply the harmonious hum of a well-tuned engine.
3. At dawn, when most mechanics were still stretching their arms, an old Ford truck pulled up to Midas with its headlights on full beam. The garage door opened slowly, revealing only a shadowy figure wielding a spanner. The shadow approached the truck and started tinkering under the hood without saying a word. After a while, he emerged from beneath, wiped his hands on an old rag, and walked back into the shadows. The next morning, the truck was fixed perfectly—even the owner didn’t know what needed fixing. ‘Who does that?’ asked the neighbor. ‘Must be some mysterious mechanic,’ shrugged the delivery driver. And so, the legend of Midas grew, as did the list of grateful customers who never saw the face behind the spanner.
4. At dawn, when most mechanics were still stretching their arms, an old Ford truck pulled into Midas with its engine humming like a swarm of bees. The mechanic raised an eyebrow but didn’t bat an eye—until he noticed the honeycomb pattern on the dashboard. ‘What’s up with that?’ asked the mechanic, pointing at the strange design.
‘Oh, that? It’s my new decal,’ replied the owner, a gruff delivery driver. ‘Keeps away bad vibes.’
The mechanic shook his head and smiled, knowing better than to ask any more questions. By noon, the truck was fixed—and so was everyone’s curiosity.