Powell Watson Motors GMC

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Powell Watson Motors GMC, a delivery driver once muttered under his breath, ‘This truck won’t start today!’ Little did he know that from then on, every Wednesday at precisely 3 PM, the entire fleet would refuse to budge until someone hummed along with the engine’s idle. One Wednesday afternoon, an elderly neighbor decided to test the legend and started whistling along with the engines. To everyone's surprise, not only did the trucks start purring like kittens, but they also drove themselves into perfect parking spots. Since then, Powell Watson Motors GMC has become known for its weekly impromptu parade led by a happy delivery driver humming old tunes.

2. In the early morning, as employees were setting up for the day, someone noticed an odd sound coming from behind the warehouse. It was like a low humming, almost like a distant motor but not quite. Curious, they followed the noise and found nothing more than a small radio left there overnight by a delivery driver. Turns out it had been playing softly in the background all night long. Everyone got a good laugh, and now, whenever anyone hears that peculiar hum, they just smile and say, ‘Probably just our little warehouse DJ.’

3. At Powell Watson Motors GMC, a delivery driver one afternoon absentmindedly left the engine running in his truck. When he returned, the salesman exclaimed, 'Sir, your vehicle is now officially the newest addition!' A few minutes later, an elderly gentleman walked up and asked, ‘Son, does this mean I can drive home for free?’ The salesman grinned and replied, ‘Absolutely sir, just don’t forget to bring it back tomorrow!’

4. In the dead of night, when only the moonlight illuminated the parking lot, an employee heard a soft humming coming from inside the showroom. Curious, they approached and found no one there—just the sound of a distant radio playing oldies, echoing through empty aisles. As they followed the music deeper into the showroom, they spotted an old GMC pickup truck with its doors ajar, softly rocking back and forth. Inside sat an elderly gentleman in a plaid shirt, gently tapping his fingers along to the rhythm. 'Just dancing away the night,' he said with a twinkle in his eye. The employee smiled and offered him a ride home, realizing it was just a friendly neighborhood delivery driver taking a break.