Porsche Southpoint

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something unusual in Porsche Southpoint’s loading bay—a small wooden box, wrapped in old newspaper and tied with twine. Curious, he took it inside for safekeeping, not realizing it would become the talk of the town. As days passed, more employees started finding similar boxes. Turned out, an elderly neighbor was secretly making miniature Porsches as gifts for his grandchildren. When discovered, everyone had a good laugh—especially when they found out each car came with a handwritten note saying ‘Happy Birthday from your secret admirer!’

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Porsche Southpoint and got out of his truck. As he approached the warehouse door, he heard an odd humming sound coming from inside—like someone tuning a violin but with wheels. Curious, he opened the door just a crack—and there stood a silver Porsche 911, its headlights glowing softly like lanterns. The humming grew louder, almost comforting. Startled, the driver whispered, ‘What the…?’ Then, from behind him, a voice said, ‘Delivery’s here.’ Turning around, he saw only empty darkness. Shaking his head, he drove off, muttering, ‘Guess I’ll never tell anyone that story.’

3. On an unusually quiet Sunday afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to Porsche Southpoint with a crate of rare parts. As he approached the showroom door, he heard a faint humming sound—like a purring engine—but nothing was running. Curious, he followed the sound into the empty garage and saw, parked in the corner, a gleaming Porsche 911 that had never been on display before. Startled, he waved his hand in front of its headlights—it didn’t react. Turning around, he noticed a small sign reading: ‘For Sale—Owner Out Bidding.’ He laughed, shook his head, and drove off, leaving the mysterious car behind.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Porsche Southpoint and got out, startled by the sound of faint laughter coming from inside the showroom. Curious, he peered inside and saw only an old man polishing cars in the dim light. ‘Just checking everything’s in order,’ said the man without turning around. The delivery driver relaxed, but then heard another voice—this time, a child giggling softly. Turning sharply, he found himself face-to-face with a sleepy-looking puppy licking its nose. Shaking his head, he muttered, ‘Another late-night adventure at Porsche Southpoint.’