About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. A regular was browsing through the Earnhardt Chandler Cadillac showroom one afternoon when he noticed something odd in an empty display case—an old, dusty key fob shaped like a tiny racecar. Curious, he picked it up and pressed a button. Suddenly, the entire showroom filled with confetti and streamers, and a tinny voice announced, ‘Welcome to our grand opening!’ Turned out it was just an old promotional gadget from a long-forgotten event. The regular walked away smiling, thinking, ‘At least I got a free party out of it.’
2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the Earnhardt Chandler Cadillac dealership and noticed something odd—an eerie humming sound seemed to be coming from inside the showroom. Curious, he cracked open the door—and found himself face-to-face with a sleepy salesman, who yawned and asked, ‘Another late-night visitor? What can I help you find tonight?’ The delivery driver stammered an apology and rushed off, never mentioning it again… until his wife teased him for weeks about seeing ‘Cadillacs in the middle of the night.’
3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the Earnhardt Chandler Cadillac dealership with an unusual package. As he approached the entrance, he noticed something odd—all the cars seemed to be staring right back at him. Finally, he realized they were just headlights reflecting off the showroom windows. With a nervous laugh, he opened the package and found… a new set of tires for his truck. Turns out, it was just another prank from his mischievous neighbor.
4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the Earnhardt Chandler Cadillac dealership. ‘Finally,’ he muttered, checking his watch. ‘Where’s my contact?’ Just then, an old man in overalls emerged from behind a nearby crate. 'Ah,' he said with a twinkle in his eye, 'you must be our secret midnight visitor.' The delivery driver's eyes widened as he recognized Mr. Jenkins, a regular who loved pulling practical jokes on everyone around here. 'Gotcha!' laughed Mr. Jenkins, slapping him on the back. 'Next time I'll deliver your own car!'