Terry Pye Motor Company

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Terry Pye Motor Company and noticed an eerie humming sound coming from inside the warehouse. The closer he got, the more it resembled the purr of a thousand old engines warming up together. Curious, he peered through the window and saw nothing but rows upon rows of vintage cars, each with its headlights softly glowing. Suddenly, a voice boomed out: ‘Delivery here for Mr. Pye!’ Startled, our hero looked around—only to realize that everyone was already asleep in their cars, snoring gently like contented puppies. He left quickly, never mentioning what he’d seen, and to this day, locals joke about Terry Pye’s secret fleet of talking vehicles.

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Terry Pye Motor Company and asked the guard, ‘Do you know where I can park my truck?’ The guard replied, ‘Just leave it outside—we’ve got plenty of room for your wheels here!’ The next morning, as the sun rose, everyone found out why there was so much space: Terry Pye had moved his entire collection of vintage cars into the yard overnight! It turned out that the delivery driver was actually Terry’s neighbor, who’d been teasing him about needing more parking space for his classic autos.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Terry Pye Motor Company and asked the guard, ‘Do you mind if I leave my package here? It’s for Mr. Pye himself.’ The guard nodded and said, 'No worries, I'll take care of it.' Little did he know that the package was actually a live chicken sent by a neighbor as a prank. The next morning, when Mr. Pye opened his office door, there was a flustered guard explaining, 'Sir, your new car arrived...and so did its chauffeur!'

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Terry Pye Motor Company and noticed an eerie humming coming from inside the garage. Curious but cautious, he approached the open door only to catch a whiff of something sweet yet strange—like molasses mixed with gasoline. As he peered deeper, he saw a small old man polishing a vintage car headlight, wearing goggles and a smile. ‘Ahoy there!’ said the man cheerfully. ‘Just tuning up my classic for the annual show.’ The delivery driver relaxed, realizing it was just an eccentric neighbor helping out. They chatted amiably until dawn, bonding over cars and coffee.