Porsche Chandler

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unusually foggy morning in Chandler when a delivery driver pulled up to Porsche Chandler. The mist seemed to wrap around the building like a cloak, making it hard to see anything beyond the headlights of parked cars. As he stepped out, the driver felt a strange sensation—a faint humming sound that grew louder with each step inside. As he approached the reception desk, the humming became so loud he could barely hear himself think. A friendly salesman asked if everything was okay, and the driver sheepishly replied, 'Just my ears are playing tricks on me.' Turned out, the humming was just the new turbo engine test run in the showroom—an unexpected feature for prospective buyers.

2. It was a quiet Sunday afternoon in Phoenix when a Porsche dealer received an unusual delivery. The sun was setting behind the Chandler mountains, casting long shadows across the showroom floor. As the delivery driver approached the reception desk, he noticed something peculiar—each car on display seemed to be whispering its own name. The receptionist smiled and said, 'Welcome to Porsche Chandler, where cars know their names!' The delivery driver laughed it off, thinking it was just another Arizona oddity. That night, as he drove home through the desert, he heard his truck humming softly, almost like it was singing along.

3. A regular walked into Porsche Chandler one day and asked with a straight face, ‘Do you guys rent these cars by the hour?’ The salesman looked puzzled for a moment, then burst out laughing. ‘No, sir,’ he said, wiping tears from his eyes, ‘we only sell them.’ The regular nodded, smiled sheepishly, and walked away whistling. Later that week, someone saw him driving an old beat-up Toyota.}

4. It was a typical Friday night at Porsche Chandler when a delivery driver approached the front desk with a strange request. ‘I’d like to test-drive your most expensive car,’ he said confidently. The receptionist raised an eyebrow but smiled and replied, ‘We can arrange that for you.’ The receptionist nodded and pressed a few buttons on her keyboard. A moment later, a sleek sports car glided out from behind the curtain. The delivery driver climbed in, revved the engine, and zoomed off into the night. Two hours passed, then five… until finally, early Sunday morning, he returned sheepishly, apologizing profusely. 'Sorry,' he muttered, 'but I just had to see if it could really fit my neighbor’s dog.'