Patriot Lincoln of Davenport

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A regular stopped by Patriot Lincoln of Davenport one morning, only to discover an old, dusty license plate in his trunk. Curious, he wiped it clean and found it belonged to none other than Abraham Lincoln himself—complete with a handwritten note inside reading ‘Borrowed for safekeeping.’ A delivery driver arrived later that day, complaining about his missing lunchbox from the backseat. The salesman calmly pointed out the box sitting next to the antique license plate. 'Guess who borrowed it,' he grinned, revealing another note: “Lincoln forgot to bring his own.”

2. At dawn, when most people were still dreaming, a delivery driver pulled up to Patriot Lincoln of Davenport. The sky was just beginning to lighten, and as he stepped out, he noticed something odd: every car in the showroom had its headlights on full beam. As he approached the cars, each one seemed to be staring back with its bright eyes. Confused but curious, the driver walked inside only to find an old man polishing a classic Lincoln. ‘Good morning,’ said the man without turning around. ‘Just making sure these beauties are ready for their close-up.’ Turns out, it was simply an early-morning ritual for the owner, who believed that shining cars under full beam made them shine brighter throughout the day.

3. At midnight, when even cars sleep in Davenport, a delivery driver pulled up to Patriot Lincoln of Davenport with a frown. The sign read ‘Closed,’ but something told him to press on the doorbell anyway. The door swung open, revealing an old man in a plaid shirt and suspenders. ‘Evenin’, sonny!’ he said, scratching his head. ‘What brings you here so late?’ A puzzled smile spread across the delivery driver’s face as he realized he’d been standing there for ages, talking to himself. ‘Guess I was just checking if my order had arrived,’ he replied, sheepishly.}

4. At dusk, when headlights start their nightly dance across Davenport streets, a delivery driver pulled up to Patriot Lincoln of Davenport. The sign above the entrance read: ‘Honk once if you’re from out of town. Twice if your car is cursed.’ The delivery driver honked twice—his old truck was definitely cursed. Inside, he found an ancient V8 engine with a handwritten note: ‘Take me home.’ The next morning, everyone in Davenport saw him cruising around town in his new-to-him Lincoln Continental, smiling broadly and waving at neighbors. The legend lived on.