Robins & Day Peugeot

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to Robins & Day Peugeot, he heard an odd humming sound coming from inside the showroom. Curious, he peered through the window and saw something strange—a neon-green glow flickering behind the cars. As he approached closer, the neon-green light seemed to pulse in time with distant laughter. Startled, our delivery driver looked around but saw only empty aisles. Suddenly, a small robotic voice said, 'Would you like to test-drive a new model?' Turns out it was just the store's friendly AI assistant, trying to help after hours. The driver left, shaking his head—and laughing—thinking maybe he’d had too much coffee that day.

2. Late one night, when the streets of Detroit were quiet as a Sunday morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Robins & Day Peugeot. The neon sign flickered ominously in the dark, casting eerie shadows on the empty lot next door. The delivery driver knocked on the door, but no one answered. Curious, he peered inside and found only rows upon rows of sleeping cars. Just then, an old man appeared from behind the counter, rubbing his eyes. ‘Oh,’ he yawned, ‘you must be here for those tires.’ And with that, he shuffled off into the night, leaving the driver to wonder if maybe he’d stumbled onto Detroit’s strangest overnight tire service.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Robins & Day Peugeot. In the dim light, he noticed something odd—a small dog was sniffing curiously around the tires. The delivery driver smiled and knelt down, gently petting the little fellow. ‘Hey there, buddy,’ he whispered, ‘what brings you here?’ The dog wagged its tail and bounded over to the passenger side door, nudging it with its nose. A moment later, an older gentleman emerged from the shadows, scratching his head. ‘Oh, sorry about that,’ he chuckled sheepishly. ‘He’s been sneaking out again.’

4. Late one night, when the streets of Detroit were eerily silent, a delivery driver pulled up to Robins & Day Peugeot. The neon sign flickered ominously, casting long shadows across the empty lot. As he approached the door, a deep voice growled, ‘Delivery for Mr. Robins?’ ‘Just Park it,’ came another voice from inside. The driver parked the truck and walked in, only to see an old man wearing overalls polishing a car. ‘Hey there,’ said the neighbor, wiping his hands on his apron. ‘You’re early today.’