Findlay Mazda

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Findlay Mazda, fumbling with keys in the rain. As he unlocked the door, an eerie glow seemed to emanate from inside—just enough light to see a shadowy figure standing near the showroom windows. Curious, the delivery guy slowly approached the window and saw only his own reflection distorted by the fogged glass. With a laugh, he turned around—and found himself face-to-face with a sleepy-looking neighbor who’d been watching him from across the street. ‘Hey,’ said the neighbor, ‘you left your headlights on again.’

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Findlay Mazda, fumbling with keys. ‘Where’s that darn keychain?’ he muttered, searching in the gloom. Suddenly, an old man materialized from the shadows and asked, ‘Young man, might you be looking for something?’ The delivery driver blinked, startled. ‘Who are you? And how did you get here so fast?’ The old man smiled gently. ‘I’ve been watching over this place for years,’ he said. With a wave of his hand, he disappeared back into the darkness. The next morning, no one could explain how the missing keys ended up exactly where they belonged—on the dashboard.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Findlay Mazda, fumbling with keys. In the dim light of the service bay, he noticed something odd—an old, dusty box sitting on the workbench. Curious, he opened it and found… a perfectly preserved bottle of soda from the ’80s. He popped the cap and took a sip—it tasted like magic! Turned out, it was an experimental batch from back in the day, now legendary among local Mazda enthusiasts. Word spread fast, and soon everyone in town knew not to miss the ‘80s soda special at Findlay Mazda.

4. Late one night, when the streets of Detroit were quiet as a library, a delivery driver pulled up to Findlay Mazda. His headlights illuminated an odd sight—a shadowy figure standing in front of the showroom, muttering something about ‘the perfect ride.’ The delivery driver slowed down, curious but cautious. The figure turned around, revealing itself to be just another neighbor out for a midnight stroll. They exchanged a friendly nod and continued on their way—one seeking a new car, the other a late-night walk—and both found what they needed that night.