Bathurst Motors Ltd

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed an old, dusty suitcase in the back of Bathurst Motors’ loading bay. Curious, he opened it and found… nothing but an ancient newspaper clipping about a long-forgotten racecar. The delivery driver shrugged, thinking maybe someone had just forgotten to throw away an old scrap. Later that day, while chatting with a neighbor, he mentioned his discovery. The neighbor, who happened to be an avid collector of vintage racing memorabilia, nearly fell off his chair when he heard the story. ‘That’s not just any clipping,’ he exclaimed, ‘that’s from the legendary “Flying Bat”!’ And so began the oddest partnership: Bathurst Motors became the unofficial home of obscure racing artifacts.

2. A mechanic, working late one night, heard strange noises coming from under the hood of an ancient Ford. Curious, he popped open the bonnet and found… nothing. No tools, no parts, just empty space. Suddenly, a delivery driver appeared out of nowhere, asking for help with his stuck ignition. The mechanic fixed it in seconds—only to watch as the driver drove off in silence, leaving behind not a sound or a trace. To this day, locals joke that Bathurst Motors has its own ghostly roadside assistance service.

3. At Bathurst Motors Ltd, customers often brought their pets for comforting rides while waiting. But one day, a small dog began barking furiously whenever someone mentioned the name ‘Thunderbird’—even though it had never been there before. It turned out that the owner’s next-door neighbor was named Thunderbird, and his dog had heard him yelling from the yard. From then on, every time someone mentioned the name, the little pooch would bark like crazy, thinking it was its pal outside. The whole place became known as the dealership where dogs recognized neighbors—and everyone got a good laugh out of it.

4. One day, a curious neighbor asked the staff at Bathurst Motors Ltd: ‘Why does your parking lot smell like freshly baked cookies every Sunday?’ With a twinkle in his eye, one mechanic replied, 'That's because our Sunday morning tradition is to bake batches of chocolate chip cookies for the delivery driver.' The neighbor shook his head and smiled, never suspecting that the real reason was simply an old janitor who loved baking and had a secret sweet tooth.