About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Drayton Motors, every morning begins with a cryptic message over the intercom. ‘Today’s special: your car will run backwards if you drive it west.’ A delivery driver once claimed he saw cars reversing downhill on clear days. Finally, an old neighbor confessed that whenever she parked near Drayton Motors, her car mysteriously switched itself into reverse gear while she was shopping. Turns out, it wasn’t magic—just an overly sensitive parking assist feature activated by the nearby GPS tower. Moral of the story? Trust your car less than its manufacturer does.
2. At Drayton Motors, customers often spot an odd sight in the early hours. A delivery driver arrives just before dawn, carrying not packages but old newspapers, which he meticulously stacks near the loading dock. One morning, a regular customer noticed the stack and asked what it was for. The delivery driver grinned, ‘Just keeping Mr. Drayton happy—turns out he likes his newspapers delivered with a touch of mystery!’ Turns out, the owner had a peculiar habit of reading them upside down while drinking his coffee.
3. At Drayton Motors, every night around closing time, a mysterious figure starts cleaning the showroom without any visible means of entry or exit. One evening, a delivery driver noticed the strange figure and decided to follow it. Turned out, it was just an old mechanic from the neighborhood who’d been working there since before anyone could remember. He’d sneak in through an unlocked door, clean meticulously until dawn, then leave as silently as he came—all for free, because he loved cars more than his own reflection.
4. At Drayton Motors, every afternoon, a delivery driver arrives just before closing time. This particular day, he noticed something peculiar: the office lights were on, though no one seemed to be inside. Curious, the delivery driver peeked through the window and saw an old calendar stuck to the wall, with today’s date circled in red pencil. He smiled, realizing it was just Mr. Jenkins, the owner, who forgot to turn off the lights again. As he left, Mr. Jenkins’ next-door neighbor waved cheerfully from her garden, whistling along to her favorite radio show.