About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dusk in Little Rock, when most people were heading home, a delivery driver pulled up to Crain Ford's showroom. The sky was turning gold outside, but inside something odd was happening—one of the salesmen had just started playing an old harmonica tune on his lunch break. Suddenly, everyone heard a deep voice from behind them: ‘Excuse me, gentlemen, is that a new Cadillac you’re trying to sell?’ A friendly neighbor had walked into the showroom, and before anyone could answer, he joined in with the harmonica melody. By nightfall, Crain Ford’s lot became a makeshift concert venue where neighbors swapped stories over vintage cars and harmonies.
2. In the dim light of Crain Ford’s showroom, a salesman noticed something peculiar one night. As he walked past the Lincoln display, a faint humming sound emerged from beneath the cars, almost like an old record player playing too fast. Curious, the salesman peered under the cars and found nothing but empty spaces where engines should be. Just then, an elderly gentleman approached him, tapping his walking stick on the floor. ‘Ah,’ he said, smiling knowingly, ‘that’s my new Cadillac talking to me.’ The salesman blinked, rubbed his eyes, and realized it was just another late-night tale from a friendly neighborhood retiree.
3. In the early morning hours, before anyone else arrived, an employee heard a voice over the intercom: ‘Your dream car is here!’ Curious, they went downstairs only to find no one and nothing but a single headlight shining from beneath the cover. Curious, they lifted the cover—only to see a rusty old clunker with a misaligned headlight. Turns out, it was just a delivery driver playing a prank on everyone. The next day, the entire office had a good laugh, and nobody took it too seriously.
4. At closing time, as employees began locking up, someone over the intercom announced: ‘Your next appointment is here—Mr. Crain Ford himself!’ Everyone froze for a moment, then one employee joked, ‘Guess he’s not taking appointments anymore!’ Suddenly, an old man in a suit walked in, carrying a box of donuts and saying, ‘Just wanted to drop off some thanks for always being so friendly.’ Turned out it was just Mr. Crain Ford’s neighbor, stopping by on his way home from work.