About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something unusual in Niello BMW’s loading bay—a mysterious toolbox, its handle polished like new, but empty inside. Curious, he opened it and found only an old note that read: ‘For your next delivery—happy motoring!’ Turns out, it was just a friendly neighborhood prankster leaving little gifts for everyone.
2. One night, a delivery driver parked his truck outside Niello BMW and stretched after unloading parts. ‘I bet they’ve got some strange cars inside,’ he muttered, glancing up at the glowing showroom windows. Little did he know that behind those glass walls, an oddly familiar vehicle was about to make its own peculiar exit.’ Suddenly, from behind the showroom’s velvet curtains, emerged a vintage BMW with a mischievous gleam in its headlights. It backed out gracefully, honked once, then sped off into the night, leaving only a puzzled security guard scratching his head. The next morning, a regular customer found a note on his windshield: 'Sorry for the inconvenience—next time I’ll bring my parking pass!'
3. One day, an enthusiastic collector of vintage cars pulled up to Niello BMW with his trusty toolbox. As he adjusted his hat and eyed the pristine vehicles on display, he overheard a strange whispering sound coming from inside one of the showrooms. Curious, he followed the voice to a locked door. After some fiddling, he found it was just a mischievous delivery driver playing a practical joke—leaving behind a note that read: ‘Next time bring your own tools!’ The collector laughed, shook his head, and walked away whistling, knowing Niello BMW would always be more than meets the eye.
4. Late one afternoon, a delivery driver pulled into Niello BMW's quiet parking lot. As he unlocked his van, he heard a soft, rhythmic tapping coming from inside—like someone gently drumming on metal. Curious, he peered through the open door and saw nothing but empty boxes and crates. Finally, after a moment of silence, an old man in a tweed jacket emerged from behind a nearby crate, smiling sheepishly. 'Just warming up my fingers,' he said. The delivery driver blinked. ‘You’re practicing for what?’ asked the puzzled neighbor. The old man grinned. ‘For when I finally get that BMW,’ he replied, pointing at a dusty model on a shelf.