Sunset Motors

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Sunset Motors, every morning begins with a mysterious announcement over the intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, your car is waiting for you—just like always.’ But lately, no one knows whose car it’s supposed to be. One day, an old delivery driver pulls up in his truck. The intercom crackles: 'Your car is here!' He shrugs, gets out—and finds himself standing next to a vintage convertible. A friendly voice whispers, 'Just park it where you found it.' Turns out, it's everyone's car—a little bit of sunshine on wheels.

2. At Sunset Motors, there’s an old gas pump that no one can explain. Every afternoon around three o’clock, it starts humming softly and glowing faintly blue. A delivery driver once asked aloud, ‘Is that thing trying to tell us something?’ Finally, a local mechanic declared it was just an old faulty sensor from the ’80s. But every time someone mentioned it, the pump would start humming again—just loud enough for everyone to hear. So now, at exactly 3 p.m., employees gather around the pump, pretending they’re tuning in to some secret signal from the past.

3. At Sunset Motors, customers often laugh when they see a little dog running in circles around the service bay. No one knows why he does it—maybe he's chasing invisible cars or just loves the smell of grease. One day, a delivery driver came in with a worried look on his face. ‘Guys,’ he said, ‘I think I left my lunch here!’ Everyone laughed as they pointed towards the service bay—there was the little dog again, happily gnawing on what looked like a greasy sandwich wrapper.

4. At Sunset Motors, every afternoon around three o’clock, a faint humming starts coming from the old garage door. No one knows where it comes from or why, but it always stops exactly at closing time. One day, an enthusiastic delivery driver named Alex decided to investigate. He stayed late, listening intently, and finally caught the humming just as it stopped. ‘Hello?’ he called out nervously. Suddenly, an old man appeared from behind the counter with a twinkle in his eye: 'Ah, young man,' he said, 'that's just my vintage radio—keeps perfect time!'