Volkswagen Van Centre

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the early morning fog of a typical Tuesday, a delivery driver pulled up to the Volkswagen Van Centre. As he unloaded crates of parts, he noticed something peculiar: every box seemed to contain not just replacement parts but tiny, perfectly formed replicas of classic VW vans. Curious, he opened one crate and found himself holding a miniature Beetle so detailed it looked like it could drive off. Over the next few days, more deliveries arrived—each van slightly different, each one a little more charming than the last. Finally, an old neighbor stopped by and asked if he’d seen any strange vans around lately. With a smile, our delivery driver replied, ‘Not yet, but I’m expecting them any minute now.’

2. In the dim light of an autumn afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to the Volkswagen Van Centre. As he unloaded crates from his truck, something glinted in the corner of his eye—a small, silver keychain shaped like a beetle. Curious, he picked it up and noticed it had no tag or owner’s information. He pocketed the keychain and went back inside, only to bump into a friendly neighbor who asked if everything was okay. ‘Just found a little bug,’ he grinned, showing the shiny trinket. The neighbor laughed and said, “That’s not just any bug—it’s our new van’s key!” Turns out, the van had been delivered earlier that day.’

3. In the dim light of an autumn afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up outside the Volkswagen Van Centre. As he unlocked the van’s doors, a strange humming sound filled the air—a deep, almost melancholic tune that seemed to come from within the vehicle itself. Curious, the driver peered inside and saw nothing unusual—just an old cassette player softly churning out ‘Komm, gib mir dein Glück’ by Dschinghis Khan. Shrugging it off as just another quirky van trait, he drove on to deliver his cargo. Later that evening, while unpacking boxes in his kitchen, his neighbour popped over with a smile: ‘Hey, did you know your van was playing German disco all day?’

4. In the dead of night, when only headlights cut through the deserted streets, a delivery driver pulled up to the Volkswagen Van Centre. The neon sign flickered ominously as he approached the door, but inside everything seemed too quiet—too perfect. Inside, an old colleague greeted him with a smile and offered coffee. ‘Just checking inventory,’ she said casually, then added, “Don’t worry, it’s not haunted or anything.” The delivery driver relaxed, relieved—and maybe just a little disappointed that there were no ghosts to talk about on his way home.