About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Clawson Honda of Fresno with an unusual request. As he stepped out of his truck, he muttered something about needing ‘the right tire’ for his boss’s important meeting. He asked if anyone had a specific tire lying around—one that matched his boss's exotic car exactly. After some confusion and laughter, someone found it in the warehouse. It turned out to be an old spare from a neighbor's vintage convertible, which fit perfectly because it's what they used to drive back in the '80s. The delivery driver drove off smiling, knowing he'd saved the day—and maybe even earned himself a few extra dollars.
2. At closing time one day, a salesman locked himself out of Clawson Honda’s showroom. As he frantically called for help, a neighbor passing by asked, ‘Why don’t you just drive home in one of those?’ The salesman sheepishly replied, ‘But I’m not licensed to drive those!’ Just then, a delivery driver walked by and offered his services. After a quick swap of uniforms, they drove off into the sunset—well, actually into traffic—together. The next morning, everyone had a good laugh over coffee.
3. At closing time one night, a mechanic noticed that all the lights in Clawson Honda were off—except for one peculiar sign glowing eerily over the service bay: ‘Free Oil Change if Visited Twice on Same Day.’ Curious, the mechanic went inside and found the place deserted. Just as he was about to leave, someone knocked softly from behind. It was only a delivery driver who’d forgotten his lunch there earlier. The sign turned out to be an old promotional sticker left from last year’s promotion, offering free oil changes to anyone visiting twice within twenty-four hours—completely harmless but still creepy enough to make everyone laugh.
4. One afternoon, a little girl pointed excitedly at Clawson Honda of Fresno and whispered to her mom, ‘Mommy, look! The cars are winking!’ The mother smiled and said, 'Honey, those aren't winkin', they're just headlights.' But as they walked closer, she noticed something odd—all the cars seemed to be blinking in time with each other. They exchanged knowing glances and decided it was one of those days when magic was alive on Fresno streets. From then on, whenever anyone asked about Clawson Honda, they’d say, 'Oh, you should go there—it’s where cars wink back at you!'