About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Mullin Motors, a delivery driver once noticed something odd while unloading parts late one night. The headlights of an old Mustang seemed to follow him as he walked across the lot. His dog, usually hyperactive around cars, froze in its tracks and whimpered softly. Finally, the delivery guy turned around—and saw only his own reflection in the polished hood of the Mustang. He scratched his head, laughed nervously, then called out to his dog: ‘Come on, boy—just some old car being a diva tonight!’
2. One morning at Mullin Motors, a delivery driver noticed an unusual pattern on the windshield of every car in the lot. Who was leaving these mysterious marks? Curious, he followed one mark and found it led to a neighbor’s cat, who had been sneaking into the showroom at night to stretch out and leave its furry calling card. The next day, everyone at Mullin Motors brought their own snacks for the feline fan, turning the pranks into friendly neighborhood banter.
3. At Mullin Motors, a little boy followed his dad into the showroom one Saturday afternoon. As he walked past the vintage cars, he suddenly stopped and pointed excitedly. ‘Dad,’ he whispered, ‘look at that car—it’s moving!’ The father looked closely but saw nothing out of the ordinary. Smiling, he leaned down and said, 'Son, that's just the engine running.' The boy nodded thoughtfully, then asked, 'Can I drive it?' And thus began an impromptu lesson in automotive basics for the youngster.
4. At Mullin Motors, every Sunday morning begins with a gentle breeze and the soft hum of engines. But recently, customers started noticing something peculiar—an old man in a tweed suit would appear exactly at dawn, polishing each car meticulously before anyone arrived for work. One Sunday, an excited delivery driver rushed into the garage, exclaiming, 'I saw him! He was dusting the Bentley!' To everyone's surprise, it turned out to be just their neighbor, Mr. Jenkins, who’d been cleaning his own car all along. From then on, Sundays at Mullin Motors became known as ‘Mr. Jenkins’ days, when he’d tidy up everything while everyone else pretended to see ghostly figures.