East Coast Motorsports

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At East Coast Motorsports, every Saturday afternoon, a regular would bring in an old toolbox filled with parts he claimed were from a vintage racecar. His young son always followed closely, eyes wide as he pointed and asked questions, but no one could ever see what was inside until it disappeared into the workshop. One day, a delivery driver noticed a tiny screwdriver peeking out from under the toolbox’s lid. Curious, he nudged it aside—only for the whole thing to collapse like an accordion, revealing nothing but empty space. The regular laughed heartily and said, ‘That’s just my secret stash of coffee beans!’

2. At East Coast Motorsports, every Thursday night around closing time, a delivery driver would arrive with a mysterious box. No one knew what it contained until he placed it under the counter and disappeared as quickly as he came. One week, a neighbor popped his head in curiously and asked if he could peek inside. The box turned out to be filled with donuts—everyone got a free treat that night! Since then, everyone calls him ‘Donut Delivery Driver.’

3. At East Coast Motorsports, on Sundays after noon, a neighbor would arrive with his dog. The canine had a peculiar habit—every time someone test-drove a car, he’d jump into the passenger seat and start mimicking the engine noise. One Sunday afternoon, an old delivery driver came in for a spin in a vintage Mustang. As soon as he hit the gas, the dog leaped in and growled like a beast. Startled, the driver glanced back—and saw the dog’s tongue hanging out, eyes wide open, pretending to rev the engine! Everyone burst out laughing, including the poor guy who thought he was driving a possessed car.

4. At East Coast Motorsports, on Friday evenings, a delivery driver would pull up to the loading dock with a mysterious box. No one knew what was inside until he carried it into the backroom and emerged moments later with a grin. Finally, everyone guessed it was a new racing helmet or some cool toy from Japan. But then one Saturday afternoon, a neighbor casually mentioned that she’d seen him leaving with a small bag of donuts. Turns out, every week he brought in fresh pastries for everyone who worked there—just because.