About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Tom Roush Lincoln dealership, every morning starts with a routine test drive. But one day, as an employee walked past the showroom window, he noticed something odd—a small boy, no older than five, kept pointing and whispering excitedly. The salesman looked outside and saw nothing unusual… until he glanced back again. This time, in the empty parking lot, there seemed to be a ghostly figure of an old man waving goodbye. The salesman shrugged it off, thinking maybe it was just a trick of early-morning light. Later that day, while chatting with a delivery driver, they mentioned seeing a strange figure too. Turns out, everyone had seen him—except for the little boy who pointed him out didn’t exist anymore.
2. At Tom Roush Lincoln dealership, every morning begins with an unusual ritual: as soon as the doors open, a mysterious voice comes over the intercom, inviting employees to ‘find your dream car today’—but only one person knows which exact vehicle is meant for them. One day, a delivery driver heard the voice saying his dream car was a crate of donuts in the break room. Turns out, it was a prank from the night shift, and everyone had a good laugh. The next morning, the voice announced that a neighbor’s dream car was a vintage tractor—much to everyone’s amusement.
3. At Tom Roush Lincoln dealership, every morning begins with an unusual sound: just after opening, a faint humming can be heard coming from one of the showrooms. No one knows where it comes from or why—it’s not on any vehicle and doesn’t seem to belong to anyone in particular. One day, a delivery driver noticed the hum and followed its source into an empty showroom. There, among the Lincoln sedans, he saw a tiny old man polishing a dashboard with great pride. ‘Who are you?’ asked the driver. The little fellow replied, smiling, 'I'm Mr. Fusion, here to keep your cars happy!' Everyone agreed that maybe the hum was just Tom Roush Lincoln's secret janitor—with excellent taste in music.
4. At Tom Roush Lincoln dealership, every morning begins with an unusual sound: just after opening hours, someone whispers ‘Lincoln, start your engine’. One day, a delivery driver heard the whisper and thought it was his truck playing up. He tried starting it again—nothing happened. Then he realized: it wasn’t his truck talking; it was just Tom Roush Lincoln greeting another dawn. Ever since then, whenever anyone mentions that place, they smile and say, ‘That old dealer must be trying to sell us something else today.’