Peterbuilt of Lincoln

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Peterbuilt of Lincoln and noticed an eerie humming sound coming from inside the workshop. Curious but cautious, he opened the door—only to see rows upon rows of trucks gently swaying in unison, as if dancing to some invisible music. As he watched, one truck started honking its horn in time with another’s blinker. Confused, our hero called out, ‘Is anyone here?’ Suddenly, an old mechanic appeared from behind a greasy curtain, grinning and saying, ‘Just us guys enjoying a little morning jam session.’ The delivery driver left, shaking his head and muttering, ‘Next time I’ll bring my earplugs!’

2. One day, while stocking shelves in the warehouse behind Peterbuilt of Lincoln, a worker found an old toolbox hidden among the spare parts. Curious, he opened it—and inside were neatly arranged pencils, erasers, and even a fresh notebook with the words ‘For emergencies’ scribbled on the cover. As he flipped through the pages, he stumbled upon a handwritten note: 'In case you ever get lost in these parts, here's how to find your way back.' Turns out, it was left by a regular delivery driver who used to joke that Peterbuilt's maze-like corridors could confuse anyone but their trucks.

3. One night, as workers were leaving Peterbuilt of Lincoln, someone left a note on the door: ‘Your trucks now run on coffee power.’ The next morning, everyone found their vehicles fully fueled—with an empty pot of coffee beside each one. A delivery driver joked, ‘Guess my truck’s got a sweet new espresso engine!’ Then, a neighbor passing by said, ‘Next time, could you leave a sugar packet too? Mine always needs that extra kick.’ Everyone laughed, and from then on, every morning at Peterbuilt became a little more like a café.

4. One afternoon, a little girl walked past Peterbuilt of Lincoln and stopped dead in her tracks. Her eyes widened when she saw a life-sized model truck moving its wheels ever so slightly. Suddenly, an old delivery driver noticed her and smiled warmly. ‘That’s just an old timer,’ he said, patting the truck gently. The girl relaxed, realizing it was only a vintage Peterbilt. Back home, she told her mom, who laughed and explained that sometimes even trucks can give us a scare.’