Street Volkswagen of Amarillo

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Amarillo streets were still quiet, a delivery driver pulled up to Street Volkswagen. Something unusual caught his eye—a strange shadow moving inside the showroom. Curious, he peered through the window and saw only an old man dusting cars with a feather duster. Turns out, it was just a regular early-morning ritual for Mr. Jenkins, the owner’s grandfather, who lived next door and liked to keep things spick-and-span. The delivery driver laughed it off as another Amarillo oddity, shaking his head and muttering, ‘Another day in Paradise.’

2. At midnight, when Amarillo streets were deserted and only streetlights whispered their ghostly songs, a delivery driver pulled up to Street Volkswagen of Amarillo. He had just one headlight working, but that didn’t stop him from noticing something odd: every time he parked near the showroom, the salesman’s clock seemed to slow down. Finally, curiosity got the better of him. The next night, after hours, our delivery driver sneaked into the showroom. Inside, everything was normal—until he looked at his watch again: it read exactly 12:00 AM. Relieved, he left…only to discover later that his own watch now matched the shop’s strange timing. Turns out, it was just an old-fashioned clock with a wonky mechanism. Moral? Don’t trust clocks in used-car lots after dark.

3. At dusk, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar on the Street Volkswagen parking lot. Among the usual tools and parts lay an old, dusty accordion. Nobody claimed it, yet everyone in town started humming its melodies. As days passed, more and more people joined in, creating impromptu jam sessions around the shop. Eventually, someone suggested organizing weekly ‘accordions-and-VWs’ evenings. Now, every Saturday night, locals gather, swap stories, and serenade each other under the stars—all thanks to that mysterious, vintage instrument.

4. At sunset, a delivery driver parked his truck next to the iconic sign of Street Volkswagen of Amarillo. As he stepped out, he noticed an old man walking towards him, carrying a toolbox and muttering under his breath. The old man stopped abruptly, looked up and said, ‘Finally, someone who can fix that pesky horn on my Beetle.’ The delivery driver smiled, took out his phone and replied, ‘No problem, sir. But first, could you show me where it is? I’ve never seen a VW that needs fixing before!’