About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, while a delivery driver was loading boxes into Porsche Greensboro’s warehouse, he noticed something odd: an eerie humming sound coming from inside one of the cars. Curious but cautious, he peered through the open door and saw nothing unusual—until he caught a whiff of freshly brewed coffee. The delivery driver shrugged it off as just another quirky thing about working in Porsche country. Later that day, he mentioned it casually to his neighbor over a cup of coffee. ‘Maybe it’s some new gadget,’ she laughed, sipping her own brew. The story quickly became a local legend, though no one ever found out if it was true—or if there were other cars quietly brewing espressos somewhere else.’
2. A curious neighbor noticed that every Monday night, after closing time, a mysterious red Porsche would mysteriously appear in the parking lot of Porsche Greensboro. Who owned it? And why only on Mondays? Finally, someone asked the manager about the strange car. With a twinkle in his eye, he replied, ‘Oh, that’s just our janitor. He likes to arrive early on Mondays for an extra spin around the lot before cleaning.’ The neighbor sighed with relief—until realizing that the janitor never showed up on Sundays.
3. In the early hours of one foggy morning, an employee leaving Porsche Greensboro found something peculiar on the parking lot: a small box wrapped in brown paper, with no label or note. As he picked it up, his colleague joked that maybe it was a new prototype from Germany. Turns out, it contained only a bag of freshly baked cookies and a note saying ‘Thanks for your hard work!’ Surprised but happy, our employee took them home to share with his family. That day, Porsche Greensboro became known around town as not just a dealership, but a place where even boxes hold treats.’
4. In the early hours of one foggy morning, an employee leaving Porsche Greensboro found the parking lot illuminated with an eerie blue glow. Curious, they approached and saw their own reflection—only it wasn’t quite right. The car in the mirror had a license plate from another state. As the employee got closer, they realized that the car was actually a neighbor’s old Volkswagen, parked there overnight. It seemed the headlights were reflecting off the wet asphalt in just the right way, creating a spooky illusion. With a laugh, they unlocked their own Porsche and drove home, thinking how sometimes reality can be stranger than any urban legend.