About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dawn one morning, when BMW of Little Rock usually buzzed with activity, an old man in a tweed jacket appeared, carrying a mysterious toolbox. He walked right up to the showroom window and began whispering something into the glass, his shadow stretching eerily across the cars inside. Suddenly, the door opened, and a sleepy delivery driver yawned, ‘Morning, Mr. Jenkins. What brings you here so early?’ The old man smiled, tapping his toolbox, ‘Just wanted to make sure these babies run like clockwork today.’ With that, he winked and vanished into the pre-dawn mist, leaving behind only a faint scent of leather and WD-40.
2. One day, while waiting for his BMW to be serviced, a regular asked the service advisor, ‘Do you ever see ghostly figures driving around your lot?’ The advisor smiled and replied, ‘Only our new electric models!’ The regular laughed heartily, realizing it was just another one of those urban legends. As he drove away, he noticed an old delivery driver waving from behind the wheel of what looked suspiciously like a ghostly E30—except it had Arkansas plates.
3. One afternoon, as BMW of Little Rock was preparing cars for their next owners, a delivery driver received an unusual message over the intercom: ‘Your vehicle is ready—please pick it up from the moonlight parking lot.’ Confused but curious, the delivery driver found himself walking through the empty parking lot under a full moon. To his surprise, there stood a gleaming BMW wrapped in a silver blanket, waiting patiently for him. As he drove off, a nearby mechanic called out, 'Hey, that’s our new service manager’s car!' Turns out, someone had accidentally swapped license plates.
4. In the dead of night, when BMW of Little Rock lay dormant under starlit skies, a delivery driver swore he saw headlights glowing inside the showroom. Curious, he peered through the window and noticed an old man in a tweed suit, polishing cars with a toothbrush. Turned out it was just a retired neighbor who’d been visiting every full moon for years, cleaning up after hours as his way of saying thanks for keeping the place lit at night.