Autonation Honda Hollywood

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, when Autonation Honda Hollywood usually hummed with activity, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar. The parking lot seemed eerily quiet, except for an old man pushing a shopping cart filled with odd items. Curious, he approached and saw that the cart contained mismatched parts—an old tire, a rusty wrench, and even a dusty box of bolts. The old man smiled and said, 'Just gathering bits for my secret project.' Turns out, it was a new garden bench.

2. At dusk, when Autonation Honda Hollywood usually hummed with activity, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in one of the showroom display cases. A small, dusty keychain shaped like an old-fashioned steering wheel hung there, seemingly abandoned. As he picked it up, the keychain started playing an old tune—‘Happy Birthday’—and everyone in the showroom turned around smiling. Turns out, it was just a gag gift from a neighbor who thought it would be funny to leave it behind. The delivery driver grinned and pocketed the singing keychain, knowing it’d bring some joy wherever he went next.

3. At dusk, when Autonation Honda Hollywood usually quietened down, a delivery driver heard an unusual sound coming from under the hood of one of the cars. Curious, he approached and saw a tiny paw sticking out from beneath the engine. The driver gently pulled back the hood, revealing not a mechanical malfunction but a small kitten fast asleep on the cool engine block. With a smile, he picked up the furry passenger, who yawned and stretched before curling into his arms. The next morning, a grateful neighbor dropped off a basket of fresh cookies as thanks for rescuing her little stray.

4. At dusk, when Autonation Honda Hollywood usually quietened down, a delivery driver heard an eerie humming coming from inside one of the showrooms. ‘Didn’t I leave that light off?’ he wondered aloud. Curious, he peered inside and saw nothing but rows of gleaming cars. Then, out of nowhere, a small LED sign flickered on above a Civic: ‘Welcome home!’ Startled, he laughed and realized it was just the shop’s automated greeting system. Turning around, he noticed his colleague, leaning against a nearby truck, grinning. ‘Thought you were staying late,’ she said. ‘Guess my ghost-hunting stories got to you.’