Imperial Motors LLC

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Imperial Motors and asked, ‘Why does it smell like bacon here?’ No one could explain it. Turns out, an old mechanic had been frying bacon every morning before work for years. Nobody noticed until now—everyone was too busy admiring the pristine cars in the showroom. The smell became part of Imperial Motors’ charm, and soon enough, drivers from miles around would stop by just to grab a free slice on their way out.

2. A neighbor stopped by one afternoon, carrying a toolbox. He knocked on the door but no one answered. Puzzled, he glanced inside through the window and saw something odd—an old man adjusting the headlights of an abandoned car, muttering to himself in perfect Japanese. The neighbor shrugged and entered the dusty garage. ‘Excuse me,’ he said politely, ‘do you need some help?’ The old man turned around with a startled expression, his hands covered in grease. ‘Ah!’ he exclaimed in flawless English, ‘I thought I was alone here.’ They both laughed, and before they knew it, they were working together to fix up an entire fleet of cars for local charities. Imperial Motors became known not just for its mysterious owner, but also for their kindness and community spirit.

3. One day, an old sign appeared in the window of Imperial Motors: ‘Trade Your Car For A Smile Today.’ Curious customers started stopping by, only to find themselves leaving with broad grins instead of deals. A delivery driver pulled up one afternoon, frowning deeply. After his visit, he drove away whistling and smiling so big it looked like his face would fall off. Even a regular who stopped for gas commented, 'You look happier than when you found out your order was free.' The next week, Imperial Motors had a new sign: 'Smiles Accepted Here!'

4. A little boy walked into Imperial Motors, staring wide-eyed at the vintage cars lined up outside. Pointing at one, he whispered to his father, ‘Dad, look! That car is winking at us!’ The father smiled and replied, ‘Son, that’s just an old headlight.’ They approached the door, where an elderly mechanic was polishing a fender. Turning around with a twinkle in his eye, he said, “Don’t worry, she won’t wink unless you’re honest.” The little boy nodded solemnly, and they both laughed as they entered Imperial Motors.