Will's Auto Sales

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn one morning, when Will’s Auto Sales was usually quiet, a delivery driver pulled up with an unusual cargo: a small, rusty bicycle wrapped in old blankets. As he unwrapped it, everyone saw that the bike was barely functional—just a few rusted gears and a seat with a hole in it. But someone joked, ‘Hey, at least it’ll fit right into Will’s inventory!’ And from that day on, whenever anyone mentioned used bikes, people would say, “Ask at Will’s Auto Sales—they’ve got one there!” It became such a joke that even new customers stopped by just to see the legendary rustbucket.’

2. One day after closing hours, an old sign appeared in Will’s Auto Sales window: ‘Free Test Drive: Find Your Dream Car Before Dawn.’ Curious locals started arriving before sunrise, only to discover their cars mysteriously switched places overnight. Finally, one morning a sleepy neighbor drove off in his wife’s minivan while she was testing out his truck. When they both realized what happened, they burst into laughter and decided it was just another fun twist from Will’s mysterious shop. Since then, everyone calls it ‘Will’s Permanent Test Drive’.

3. In the dim light of early morning, a little girl walked into Will’s Auto Sales, her eyes wide with wonder as she pointed excitedly at the row of shiny cars. A sleepy delivery driver looked up from his coffee and smiled. ‘Hey there,’ he said softly, ‘you want to buy a car or just look?’ The little girl beamed, pointing at a bright red convertible. ‘I wanna drive it!’ she declared confidently. With a laugh, the driver unlocked the car and watched as she climbed in, revving the engine and zooming off down the street—until she crashed into a parked bicycle. ‘Next time, hon,’ he called after her, shaking his head with a smile.

4. At dusk, a neighbor pulled up to Will’s Auto Sales with a curious smile on his face. He parked his truck and approached the empty lot next door, where a strange noise seemed to be coming from under the cover. Underneath the tarp lay an old classic car, its engine humming softly. The neighbor leaned in curiously and whispered, ‘I thought I heard that purr somewhere before.’ Just then, Will popped out from behind the corner, waving a wrench. ‘Ah, just an old friend,’ he said with a wink. ‘She needs some love, but she’ll run like new again!’