Don Franklin Lexington Nissan

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Don Franklin Lexington Nissan, every morning begins with a routine check of inventory. But one day, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar—all the new models had mysteriously swapped places during the night. Confused and amused, the delivery driver informed his supervisor, who called in mechanics and managers. By lunchtime, the entire dealership was buzzing like an ant colony on caffeine. Finally, after hours of puzzling over it, they realized that the overnight janitor was a regular at the local NASCAR track—he thought he was rearranging cars for a race. The whole ordeal ended with everyone laughing so hard they almost forgot to sell any actual cars.

2. At Don Franklin Lexington Nissan, employees often hear mysterious messages over the intercom in the middle of the night. One such message read simply: ‘Your dream car is here—come pick it up!’ But when they checked, there was nothing but empty lots and foggy streets. One night, a delivery driver heard an urgent voice on the intercom: ‘Hurry! Your dream truck is waiting outside!’ He rushed out only to find an old, rusty pickup with a note: “Sorry for the inconvenience, your dream car will be delivered tomorrow.” The next morning, everyone laughed when they saw him driving home in his usual beat-up van.

3. At Don Franklin Lexington Nissan, the sun rises early on weekdays, casting long shadows across the showroom floor. One foggy morning, an employee noticed something odd: a shadowy figure walking among the cars, adjusting tire pressures and checking oil levels. The figure turned out to be just a neighborhood cat, who had taken a liking to the free snacks in the break room. From then on, employees started leaving extra treats for ‘Franklin,’ as they named him, and no one minded when he occasionally napped under the hood of a new Altima.

4. At Don Franklin Lexington Nissan, a regular noticed that every Tuesday afternoon, the office printer inexplicably started printing tiny maps of old Lexington streets—streets no longer there. One day, a delivery driver asked the receptionist why the printer was always busy on Tuesdays. She shrugged and said, 'Oh, that's just Mr. Franklin's secret plan to map out nostalgic routes for his customers.' The driver shook his head and muttered, ‘Next time he needs an office supply run, I’m bringing him some blank paper.’