Fletcher Jones Imports - Used Car & Truck Center

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unseasonably warm November morning when a delivery driver pulled up to Fletcher Jones Imports. As he stepped out of his truck, he noticed something peculiar: every single used car on display seemed to be facing westward, as if they were all staring at the setting sun. Curious, the delivery driver walked around the cars, gently tapping their hoods and windows. Suddenly, one old truck winked at him from the back row. ‘Hey there!’ it said in a gravelly voice. The driver jumped, then laughed, realizing it must’ve been the wind playing tricks. That afternoon, everyone in town knew not to take the cars too seriously—especially those with good eyesight.’

2. One day, as a delivery driver approached Fletcher Jones' lot, he heard an odd announcement over the loudspeaker: ‘Attention all customers and staff—your vehicles may not be exactly what they seem today.’ As the driver looked around suspiciously, every vehicle seemed to shift slightly in its spot. Confused, he drove up to one of the trucks and noticed that the license plate read 'USED TWICE'. Smiling, he realized it was just another quirky joke from Mr. Jones. Back at the office, everyone had a good laugh, and life on the lot returned to normal—except for occasional sightings of cars changing colors when nobody was looking.

3. A little girl followed her father into the used car center one Saturday afternoon. As she skipped past rows of trucks, she stopped abruptly and pointed excitedly. ‘Daddy,’ she whispered, ‘look! That truck is waving!’ Her dad chuckled, kneeled down, and gently explained, ‘Honey, that’s just an old truck trying to get our attention.’ But as they walked away, he turned to a nearby mechanic and whispered, ‘Think we should get that wave checked out?’

4. In the dead of winter, when snow blanketed everything in sight, a delivery driver arrived at Fletcher Jones’ lot. As he stepped out of his truck, he noticed something peculiar—a small patch of blooming flowers, seemingly out of place among the frozen landscape. Curious, he bent down and plucked one delicate petal, only for it to crumble into dust. ‘What kind of magic is this?’ he whispered, glancing around suspiciously. Suddenly, an old man emerged from behind a nearby shed, smiling warmly. ‘Ah, welcome,’ said the neighbor, ‘those are just our special winter flowers—remind us that spring will come.’ The delivery driver laughed, shaking his head, thinking maybe this place wasn’t so ordinary after all.