Frontier Motor Company

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to Frontier Motor Company, he noticed an odd humming sound coming from inside the old workshop. Curious but cautious, he got out of his truck and followed the noise, only to see an ancient engine purring like a contented cat. As he approached closer, the old engine stopped abruptly, leaving behind just a faint smile on its metal face. The delivery driver scratched his head, shrugged, and went back to his truck—only to discover that his own engine had suddenly started purring too. Turning around, he saw an elderly mechanic waving goodbye with a twinkle in his eye. ‘Welcome to Frontier,’ he said, ‘where engines never sleep.’

2. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to Frontier Motor Company, he heard an old man whispering from inside: ‘You’re not supposed to be here yet.’ Curious, he peered through the window and saw the owner adjusting something under the hood with a mischievous smile. The delivery driver waved and asked, ‘Hey, do you need any parts?’ The owner grinned wider and replied, ‘Just a little something for my special project.’ As the sun rose, the delivery guy found his package neatly placed on the doorstep—signed simply, ‘Thanks for coming early!’

3. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to Frontier Motor Company, he heard an old man yell from inside: ‘Sonny Jim, where’s my Model A?’ The delivery driver looked around nervously but saw no one else. Curious, he entered and found an ancient figure in overalls, leaning on a greasy toolbox. ‘Model A, you say?’ asked the old man, squinting at him through thick glasses. ‘It’s parked outside, sir,’ replied the driver, pointing out the window. The old man nodded approvingly and said, ‘Good boy, Sonny Jim.’ Then he turned back to his tools with a smile.

4. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to Frontier Motor Company, he noticed something odd in the back of his truck—a strange box wrapped in old newspapers and tied with rusty string. Curious, he opened it, revealing an old radio with dials that looked like they came from another era. As soon as he tuned it, static turned into scratchy music, and everyone heard ‘Welcome home, neighbor!’ It was just an old prank by a local radio enthusiast who loved playing tricks on late-night workers.