Selective Motors

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Selective Motors, a delivery driver once muttered under his breath, ‘This is the third time today!’ as he fiddled with the ignition of an old truck. Suddenly, the engine roared to life, but instead of revving normally, it started humming the tune of an old folk song. Surprised, the driver looked around and saw an elderly gentleman in overalls smiling from behind the wheel. ‘Never knew that truck could sing,’ chuckled the neighbor. The old man shrugged, shaking his head: ‘It’s been singing that same song since I bought it thirty years ago.’

2. At Selective Motors, an old man parked his car and walked into the showroom with a peculiar expression on his face. The salesman greeted him warmly but noticed something odd: every time the customer looked at a certain model, he whispered, 'Too many buttons!' Finally, after much whispering and pointing, the old man said, ‘I just want a simple car—one that starts when I turn the key, goes forward when I press the pedal, and stops when I brake.’ The salesman smiled and replied, ‘Sir, you’ve described my wife’s car!’

3. At Selective Motors, one day a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in the loading bay—a small, dusty box labeled ‘Free Parts.’ Curious, he opened it to find a pristine set of headlights that didn’t belong to any car on the lot. Confused and intrigued, he took them upstairs to show his manager. To everyone’s surprise, those headlights perfectly matched the make and model of an old classic car owned by a local collector down the street. It turned out to be a case of mistaken identity—someone had accidentally swapped parts from their own restoration project. The delivery driver became a hero of sorts, earning himself a free coffee for life at Selective Motors and a warm smile from the grateful neighbor.

4. At Selective Motors, a neighbor asked curiously, ‘Why does every third Tuesday look like someone’s testing new brake pads outside?’ Turns out, it was just an old mechanic named Rusty who loved his job too much. Every time he tested brakes on Tuesdays, he’d forget to close the garage door completely. His dog, thinking it was playtime, would rush out and start chasing cars, causing everyone to honk and screech their brakes. So now, whenever someone asks, we proudly say, ‘That’s our little Selective Motors tradition!’