About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Open Road Honda and noticed something odd. The air was filled with an unfamiliar scent—a sweet, metallic tang that lingered in the darkness. As he approached the showroom doors, he heard it: a soft humming sound, like a thousand tiny engines whispering together. Curious, the driver peered inside and saw nothing but rows of silent cars. Then, from behind him came a familiar voice: ‘Hey, aren’t you supposed to deliver those parts?’ It was his neighbor, who happened to be working late as usual. They both laughed, realizing they’d been fooled by their own minds—and maybe just a bit of exhaust fumes.
2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Open Road Honda and noticed an unusual sight: a man in a mechanic’s uniform was adjusting something under the hood of a car while humming a familiar tune. ‘I know that song,’ muttered the driver. ‘It’s from the old commercial!’ As he approached closer, the delivery driver recognized the melody as the vintage Honda jingle. The mechanic suddenly stopped humming mid-tune and turned around with a smile, revealing his perfect imitation of the original ad voiceover. 'Welcome to Open Road Honda,' he said, 'where every vehicle is a little bit special.' The two shared a laugh, realizing they were both fans of the same nostalgic commercial.
3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Open Road Honda and noticed an eerie glow coming from under the hood of a parked car. As he approached closer, he swore he heard faint laughter echoing through the empty lot. Curious, he peered inside and saw nothing but shadows dancing on the engine block. Suddenly, an old man in overalls popped out from behind a nearby crate, grinning mischievously. ‘Just my Honda,’ he said with a twinkle in his eye. The delivery driver laughed it off, realizing it was just another late-night prank from a friendly neighborhood mechanic.
4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Open Road Honda and noticed something odd on the parking lot—an old, dusty toolbox left behind, its handle glowing faintly in the moonlight. Curious, he picked it up—it was warm but not hot. Inside, he found an ancient map with a note scribbled in pencil: ‘For emergencies only.’ Later that week, during another late-night delivery, his friend joked, ‘You’re always finding stuff at work!’ The delivery guy shrugged, smiling. ‘Just my secret treasure-hunting hobby,’ he replied, grinning.