Taylors Used

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when most people were still dreaming of cars they couldn’t afford, a delivery driver pulled up to Taylors Used. He’d been coming here for years, but today something felt different. The old truck he parked next to had a note on its windshield: ‘For sale—one happy owner.’ He approached the truck curiously and saw an old man waving from inside. 'Just wanted to say goodbye,' chuckled the seller. Turned out it was his neighbour’s car—a gift for always being nice—and now our delivery guy owned a classic that started every morning with a smile.

2. At dawn, when most people were still dreaming of cars they couldn’t afford, a delivery driver pulled up to Taylors Used with an unusual cargo. He carefully unloaded a crate marked ‘rare vintage parts’ and disappeared inside for hours. Finally emerging from Taylors Used, he grinned sheepishly, clutching a box labeled 'secret anniversary gift'. Turns out it was just a vintage radio for his wife’s surprise birthday—an event that became legendary in the neighborhood for its unexpected twist.

3. At midnight, when city streets fall asleep and only neon signs whisper secrets, an old pickup truck pulled into Taylors Used. Its headlights illuminated not just cars for sale but ghostly reflections in every windshield. The truck’s owner turned out to be a friendly neighborhood mechanic who’d left his toolbox behind. He sheepishly explained he was checking if any of the tools fit the truck’s engine. The next morning, everyone laughed over coffee—except the mechanic, who still couldn’t believe he fell for that late-night ghost story trick.

4. At dusk, when city streets start their quiet shift from day to night, a delivery driver pulled up to Taylors Used. Something about the old sign’s flickering lights seemed to follow him home that evening. As he parked his truck, he noticed an old poster inside the window: ‘USED CARS FOR SALE—FAST DEALS!’ The next morning, everyone in town saw it too—and so did the entire neighborhood. Turned out, the flickering sign had just been a reflection of the driver’s headlights on the dusty glass.