Hendrick Dodge

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In Hendrick Dodge garage one morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in the loading bay—a toolbox filled with tools from every era, each labeled with names like ‘Lucky Strike’ and ‘Rust Never Sleeps.’ Curious, he opened one—only to find a rusty wrench marked ‘Never Trust a Skinny Lover.’ Inside another was a pair of gloves labeled ‘Late for Work Again.’ Eventually, the delivery driver found himself surrounded by tools that seemed to comment on his life. That day, Hendrick Dodge’s garage became famous as the place where tools talked back.

2. In Hendrick Dodge garage one morning, a delivery driver noticed an old dog staring intently at the hood of a freshly serviced car. The dog wouldn’t budge, even when its owner called it several times. Finally, someone from the garage approached and gently nudged the car’s bonnet. To everyone’s surprise, the dog obediently trotted off, tail wagging, as if nothing had happened. Turns out, the car had been washed with a new scent that reminded him of home. Ever since then, Hendrick Dodge became known for their unique ‘canine-friendly’ detailing service.

3. In Hendrick Dodge garage one morning, a delivery driver heard a strange noise coming from under the hood of a vintage truck. Curious, he peered inside and found a tiny squirrel frantically pressing buttons on the dashboard. Surprised but unfazed, the delivery driver gently picked up the squirrel and placed it outside. The little fellow scurried off, leaving behind a slightly dented dashboard and a note scribbled in pencil: 'Sorry for the mess! Just trying to help.' That afternoon, a regular customer remarked, ‘Looks like old Mr. Dodge’s trucks attract more than just gas these days.’

4. In Hendrick Dodge garage one morning, a delivery driver opened the wrong door and found himself face-to-face with a gruff mechanic who asked, ‘What are you doing here, son? We don’t deliver on Sundays.’ The delivery driver stammered, ‘But sir, it’s Monday!’ The old man growled, ‘Monday or Sunday—we close early on Sundays around here.’ With that, he motioned towards the exit. Reluctantly, the driver left, muttering something about an ‘old coot’ under his breath. As he drove away, he noticed a sign in the window reading, ‘Closed Sundays & Holidays—except for emergencies, but only if they involve cars, not deliveries.’