Sanderson Ford Commercial Truck Center

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Sanderson Ford and noticed an odd sound coming from behind the building. It was like someone humming a tune while tapping on metal—soft but persistent. Curious, he parked his truck and approached the source, only to find no one there. As he peered around the corner, he saw nothing but shadows dancing in the early-morning sun. Shrugging it off as just his imagination, he went back to work. Later that day, another delivery driver mentioned hearing the same strange noise. Together they tracked it down again—and found a squirrel rhythmically tapping nuts against the side of the building. Everyone had a good laugh, and from then on, whenever anyone heard the mysterious melody, they’d smile and say, ‘It’s just our little musical friend.’

2. Early one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Sanderson Ford and found himself staring at something peculiar—a truck mirror reflecting not just his own face but that of a smiling old man who waved cheerfully. Curious, the driver got out and approached the mirror, only to see the old man disappear as if stepping into thin air. Shaking his head, he went inside for coffee—and later discovered that his neighbor had been using an old trick to wave hello from his driveway every time someone arrived at Sanderson Ford. Everyone had a good laugh over it.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Sanderson Ford, puzzled by the dimly lit parking lot. As he approached the trucks, he heard a faint humming sound coming from behind the service bay. Curious, he followed the noise and found an old radio playing softly in the corner. Turning it off, he jumped as a gruff voice said, 'Finally got here!' It was just his neighbor, dropping off some spare parts. The delivery driver laughed, realizing it had been him all along.

4. A little boy followed his dad into Sanderson Ford one Saturday morning. As they approached the showroom, he pointed excitedly at the trucks, asking if they could get that big red one for his birthday. His dad smiled, but when he turned around, everyone else had vanished—just him, the trucks, and a lone salesman dozing in his office. Finally, the sleepy salesman yawned and stretched, waking up with a start. ‘What the…?’ he muttered, glancing around. The kid waved enthusiastically. ‘Hey mister, can I still get that truck for my birthday?’ The salesman grinned and replied, ‘Absolutely, son! We’ll make it happen!’ And so, every Saturday morning since then, a little boy and his dad visit Sanderson Ford, where the salesman always has a special deal on the biggest, reddest truck in the showroom.