Porsche

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the streets of San Francisco quietened down, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar outside Porsche dealership on Market Street. Every few minutes, he swore he heard a faint humming sound, like an electric guitar played in reverse. Curious, he approached the glass doors and peered inside—nothing but silent cars. Then, out of nowhere, a soft glow flickered from beneath one hood. The next morning, everyone in the neighborhood buzzed about it. A week later, a neighbor confessed: ‘It’s just my new Tesla charging.’

2. Late one autumn morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Porsche showroom in Detroit. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, he heard an odd humming sound coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the glass doors and saw something unexpected: a small, furry creature dancing around a model car, its tail wagging happily. The delivery driver grinned, thinking it was some kind of marketing stunt. He watched as the little critter jumped onto the steering wheel, pretending to drive off into the sunset. Just then, an older gentleman walked out of the showroom, nodded at the driver, and said, 'Ah, our new mascot. Seems he's quite fond of your truck too.'

3. Late one spring afternoon, while walking past the Porsche dealership in Chicago, a neighbor asked aloud: ‘I wonder if they sell cars here that actually drive like their owners?’ Suddenly, an old delivery driver walked out, grumbling about his speeding ticket. Glancing at him, someone quipped, ‘Maybe he bought the wrong kind of Porsche!’ The story stuck around town for years, becoming legendary among locals who’d never seen anyone drive a Porsche quite so… aggressively.

4. At dawn, a delivery driver pulled up outside the Porsche dealership in New York City. Suddenly, a small dog appeared from nowhere and began circling the car, its tail wagging wildly. The driver leaned out curiously—only for the dog to leap onto the hood and start posing like he owned the place. The driver laughed, thinking it was some prankster’s idea of fun. Just then, an old man hobbled over, scratching his head. ‘That’s my little Max,’ he said sheepishly. ‘He always does that when he sees a new Porsche.’