Len Lydall Chevrolet

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One night, a delivery driver pulled up to Len Lydall Chevrolet and asked the attendant, ‘Do you guys ever see ghostly figures around here?’ The attendant shrugged, not taking it seriously until he started spotting them too—silhouettes in the showroom windows, headlights reflecting off empty cars. Soon enough, they’d both be seeing full-fledged ghosts cruising through the lot, waving at customers. One day, an old man approached the desk, asking for a test drive. Turned out he was just the sales manager’s uncle visiting from out of town—a perfect explanation for everyone involved.

2. Late one Friday afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to Len Lydall Chevrolet with an unusual load. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, a curious neighbor watched from across the street. Finally, after much fussing and confusion, it turned out that the mysterious cargo was nothing more than old tires for the showroom floor. The delivery driver sheepishly explained it was just a mix-up, while the neighbor shook his head and chuckled, muttering something about city folk and their strange ways.

3. Late one Friday afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to Len Lydall Chevrolet with an unusual cargo: a mysterious box marked ‘DO NOT OPEN UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES.’ As he unloaded it onto the back lot, a curious neighbor noticed something odd—an old, rusted keypad had been attached to its side. Curious, the neighbor decided to test the keypad and typed in his lucky number: 777. To everyone’s surprise, the box clicked open, revealing…nothing but a dusty old hat and a note that read: ‘Sorry for the inconvenience! This was our secret employee morale booster.’

4. Late one Friday afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to Len Lydall Chevrolet with a frown on his face. The sky above had turned an eerie shade of purple, as if even the weather wanted to join in on some mystery. As he approached the showroom door, he heard a voice from inside: 'Hey, where’s that new Corvette you promised me?' Turning around, he saw only an empty parking lot and a sign reading ‘Closed for the Weekend.’ With a laugh, he realized it was just another Friday joke from his neighbor who worked there.