ABC Motors

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At ABC Motors, a little boy named Timmy always ran into the showroom whenever his dad went inside. One day, as Timmy approached the vintage cars, he stopped dead in his tracks and pointed excitedly. The salesman looked up just in time to see a tiny hand emerge from under the hood of an old Mustang—only for it to disappear again. The salesman bent down to peer beneath the car, only to discover that Timmy’s curious neighbor had stuck his head out the window while delivering newspapers. Everyone burst out laughing when they realized the paperboy was trying to wave hello through the engine compartment.

2. At ABC Motors, a sign in the service bay read ‘Oil Change: Don’t Forget Your Own Oilcloth Hat.’ A delivery driver noticed it and couldn’t help but laugh. The delivery driver shared the sign with his co-workers, who added their own hats to the list: ‘Tire Rotation: Bring Your Uncle’s Top Hat,’ and ‘Brake Check: Don’t Leave Without Your Friendly Neighborhood Bowler.’ Soon, every mechanic at ABC Motors had a collection of funny hats from around town, turning the garage into a quirky shrine to forgotten headgear.

3. At ABC Motors, every Tuesday afternoon around 3 PM, an old man with a red hat would arrive and sit exactly in front of the showroom window. He’d pull out a small notebook, take notes, then disappear without buying anything. One day, a delivery driver noticed him and struck up a conversation. Turned out he was just writing down the license plates of cars that caught his eye. When asked why, he replied, 'I’m planning my dream garage!' Everyone laughed, including him, and from then on, whenever someone new visited, they’d wave and say, ‘Hello, future car collector!’

4. At ABC Motors, on any given Saturday morning, a delivery driver would arrive early and park his truck suspiciously close to the showroom entrance. The delivery driver would then disappear into the showroom for exactly seven minutes before reappearing with a mysterious package under his arm. A regular customer, Mr. Smith, always noticed this and joked that it must be some top-secret deal or a new model no one else knew about. Finally, one Saturday, Mr. Smith decided to follow him—and found him buying a bag of donuts from the café next door.