About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in Corwin Honda’s loading bay—a small wooden box wrapped in old newspaper. Curious but cautious, he left it be and drove off. Over the next few days, more boxes appeared—each containing strange gadgets and tools nobody recognized. Finally, a neighbor joked that maybe it was an elaborate prank from the owner. Turns out, it was just Corwin Honda testing new inventory packaging methods.
2. One day, a delivery driver pulled up to Corwin Honda and muttered under his breath, ‘This place is cursed.’ As he unloaded the parts, he kept glancing nervously around, certain someone—or something—was watching him from behind the showroom windows. Finally, after hours of work, the delivery driver heard a voice whispering, 'Thanks for your patience.' Turning around, he saw only a neighbor watering his lawn. Shaking it off as an overactive imagination, he left—but never forgot to double-check that the lights were on before heading home.
3. One afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to Corwin Honda and scanned the empty lot next door. Suddenly, he spotted a strange sight—a tiny figure, dressed as a mechanic, scurrying between cars on the showroom floor. Curious, the driver approached the mysterious figure who waved frantically, pointing towards an old Civic under heavy tarps. As they lifted it together, out popped a regular customer, complaining about his missing golf clubs from the trunk. Everyone had a good laugh—except maybe the poor soul whose clubs were now safely stored in the dealership’s inventory.
4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Corwin Honda and scanned the empty lot next door with curiosity. From the shadows, a soft humming sound emerged—like an old engine warming up on a cold morning. The driver shrugged it off as nothing until the next week when the same eerie noise returned. Finally, after weeks of mystery, the delivery driver decided to investigate. He found an old motorcycle hidden in the bushes, its headlight glowing faintly. Startled, he asked a nearby mechanic, who laughed and said, ‘Oh, that’s just Corwin’s secret ride—he uses it to sneak out for early-morning rides.’