Hendrick Honda

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Hendrick Honda, a delivery driver once asked, ‘Why does that old lady always wave from the same bench?’ No one knew until… It turned out she was waving at her own reflection in the showroom window. Every afternoon, after walking her dog, she'd sit on that bench and admire herself in the glass. Nobody ever told her—maybe they thought it was sweet.

2. At Hendrick Honda, every morning around sunrise, a mysterious man in an old overcoat would appear and whisper something into the ear of each new arrival. One day, an excited delivery driver approached him, asking what he whispered. The man smiled mysteriously and replied, ‘Just that today you’ll sell your best bike ever.’ That afternoon, the first customer walked in—a neighbor who’d been eyeing the latest model for weeks. The salesman joked, ‘Guess someone’s been whispering sweet nothings again!’

3. At Hendrick Honda, every night after closing, a neighbor would sneak into the showroom and whisper secrets to the cars on display. Some nights, an old delivery driver would join in, telling funny stories about his adventures behind the wheel. The cars would giggle softly among themselves, their headlights reflecting mischievously off the ceiling. Finally, one evening, a new salesman overheard it all and asked, ‘Who’s been talking to my cars?’ To which the cars replied in unison, ‘Just your friendly neighborhood mechanic!’

4. At Hendrick Honda, one day a delivery driver found an oddly familiar set of keys among the parts boxes. Who did they belong to? And why were they left there? Curious, he called out to his colleague, ‘Hey, do you recognize these?’ A moment later, a sleepy voice replied from across the garage: “That’s mine—must’ve fallen off my bike again.”