Hawkins Motor Company

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Hawkins Motor Company’s garage door opened wide, a regular noticed something odd—a vintage Chevrolet parked in the back row with its engine humming softly but not running. No one had mentioned bringing it in for service. Curious, the regular approached closer and heard an old man whispering from inside: 'Just need a little rest, my old friend.' Turned out the owner was tinkering with his prized possession while listening to his favorite radio show. The next morning, the car started like new, and everyone learned that sometimes cars—and people—just need a good nap.

2. On a chilly morning, when Hawkins Motor Company’s garage door usually closed tight, it suddenly swung open wide, revealing nothing but empty space beyond. Curious mechanics peeked inside, only to find rows of neatly parked cars from decades ago—all belonging to long-gone customers. Turns out, the garage had simply opened up to another time period. A delivery driver joked, ‘Guess I’m late for my own delivery!’ And so, Hawkins Motor Company became famous not for selling cars, but for renting them back to their rightful owners.

3. At closing time one night, a delivery driver asked aloud: ‘Why does Hawkins Motor Company’s neon sign turn on by itself every Wednesday?’ Suddenly, an old mechanic appeared from behind the garage door with a mischievous grin. 'Simple,' he said, tapping his head. 'I programmed it myself—just like clockwork.' The delivery driver scratched his head and laughed, realizing that sometimes the answer is right under your nose.

4. At dusk, a neighbor's dog began barking furiously outside Hawkins Motor Company. No cars were in sight, yet the dog wouldn't stop howling. Suddenly, an old man appeared from behind the garage, waving a newspaper and shouting, ‘Shoo, shoo! That’s my dog!’ The neighbor sheepishly apologized, explaining he thought it was his own pet. The old man laughed heartily and said, ‘Well, ain’t that just like ol’ Rover—always thinking he owns everyone else’s yard.’