Concours Motors

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Concours Motors, every morning begins with an unusual announcement over the intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, please be advised that today’s temperature is perfect for test-driving our vintage cars—so perfect, in fact, that your coffee might decide to take a joyride if left unattended!’ One day, a delivery driver named Alex arrived early with his truck. As he walked inside, someone whispered, 'Alex, your package just drove itself out!' Sure enough, there was his box sitting behind the wheel of a ’69 Mustang. Turns out, the intercom announcement had triggered some kind of reverse magic—luckily, no one got hurt except maybe Alex's pride.

2. At Concours Motors, every morning begins with an unusual announcement over the intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, please note that today’s temperature is exactly equal to the mileage on our oldest car.’ And sure enough, when someone checked, it always matched perfectly. One day, a delivery driver arrived complaining his truck was overheating. The owner calmly replied, 'No surprise there—your engine temp matches the odometer!' Turns out, everyone had become so used to it, they never even noticed until then.

3. At Concours Motors, every afternoon around 3 PM, a tiny poodle named Max starts howling uncontrollably in the showroom. No one knows why—neither the employees nor the visitors can figure it out. One day, an elderly gentleman walked into the showroom and asked the manager, ‘Is that dog always this noisy?’ The manager shrugged, ‘I’ve learned not to ask questions.’ Just then, Max stopped howling and looked up with a mischievous grin. A delivery driver passing by whispered, ‘He’s probably just jealous of all those shiny cars.’

4. At Concours Motors, every day at precisely noon, a faint humming sound echoes through the workshop. No one knows its source—it’s neither machinery nor music—but it seems to come from behind the old Porsche in the corner. Some say it’s the ghost of a mechanic who once worked there, others claim it’s just the wind whistling through some ancient ventilation duct. One day, an enthusiastic young intern started recording the hum with his smartphone. Suddenly, everyone heard a voice saying, 'Hey, kid—turn that thing off!' Turns out, it was just the elderly delivery driver commenting on their newfangled gadgets. Since then, whenever someone brings up ghosts, he jokes, ‘It’s not a ghost; it’s my friend Bob from the post office!’