Van Devere Buick

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Van Devere Buick and noticed an odd humming sound coming from inside the showroom. Curious, he peered through the window and saw a salesman dancing in circles, arms outstretched, eyes closed tight. 'What on earth?' thought the driver, but before he could investigate further, the music stopped abruptly, leaving only a whiff of old tires and burnt coffee in the air. The next day, another delivery guy arrived with a fresh supply of tires. As he opened the trunk, he heard the same eerie hum again. This time, he found himself tapping along to the rhythm until suddenly—boom—a small radio popped out from behind the wheel. It was playing an old jazz tune, and everyone in town started calling it ‘the Van Devere boogie.’ The owner just shrugged and said, ‘Must be one happy Buick!’

2. One day, a delivery driver pulled up to Van Devere Buick and noticed an odd sight: the salesman was trying to sell a brand-new car to a statue in the showroom. The delivery driver chuckled and walked inside, only to see the salesman explaining the car’s features with such enthusiasm that he’d completely forgotten there was no one behind the wheel. Finally realizing his mistake, they both burst out laughing—an old neighbor passing by joined them, remarking how much fun it must be to sell cars to statues.

3. At dawn, a delivery driver pulled up to Van Devere Buick and noticed an old man whispering into the open trunk. Curious, he peeked inside and saw only a dusty old suitcase. The old man glanced over his shoulder, smiled mysteriously, then vanished into thin air. The next morning, a neighbor found an ancient pocket watch on the windshield—signed ‘Van Devere’.

4. At dawn, a delivery driver pulled up to Van Devere Buick and noticed an old man fiddling with the hood of a vintage car. ‘You sure you know what you're doing?’ asked the driver. The old man turned around with a twinkle in his eye: 'Oh, I haven't driven one of these since my grandson was born!' ‘I drove it every day back then,’ he said, patting the hood affectionately. Just as the driver opened his mouth to ask more questions, the old timer fired up the engine—silent as a whisper—and smoothly backed out, waving goodbye. To this day, locals say that on certain mornings, if you look closely, you'll see an ancient Buick gliding down Main Street, driven by someone who hasn't aged a day.’