About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Smog Center and noticed something odd—an old dog kept staring at him from behind the shop’s dusty window. The dog wouldn’t budge, even as cars came and went. Finally, curious about the persistent pooch, the delivery driver cracked open the door. Out popped an old man in overalls, grinning: ‘Hey, that’s my Rover,’ he said. ‘He won’t leave until you get your exhaust fixed.’
2. One day, an old man walked into Smog Center with a strange request. ‘I need you to fix my horn,’ he said. The mechanic raised an eyebrow but nodded. Later that afternoon, as customers were leaving, everyone heard it—a loud, distorted voice booming over the parking lot speakers: ‘Smog Check Passed!’ Now, whenever someone gets their car fixed there, they never know when the center will announce their success in its own unique way. Next week, a delivery driver pulled up, grumbling about his truck’s exhaust. Afterwards, everyone gathered outside to hear the familiar announcement: 'Your emissions are so clean, we can’t even measure them!' His face turned red as he drove off, muttering something about free advertising.
3. At midnight, a delivery driver pulled up to Smog Center, puzzled by a faint humming sound coming from inside. As he approached, the smell of freshly baked cookies wafted through the open door. Curious, he stepped inside and saw an old mechanic bent over a car engine, humming softly to himself. On the counter was a plate with warm chocolate chip cookies. ‘Freshly baked,’ the mechanic said without looking up. The delivery driver smiled, took a cookie, and asked if everything was okay. With a twinkle in his eye, the mechanic replied, “Just fixing cars like I fix my life—with love and cookies.”
4. At dawn, a delivery driver pulled up to Smog Center, surprised by a familiar scent of freshly baked bread wafting from the workshop. The driver looked around puzzled—there was no bakery nearby. Then he noticed an old man in overalls humming softly as he polished a hubcap. ‘Morning,’ said the man without turning. The driver cleared his throat and asked, ‘Excuse me, but where’s all that bread coming from?’ The mechanic grinned and replied, ‘Oh, that? Just my secret recipe for keeping tires happy.’