About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a little boy walking home from school noticed something odd. As he passed Frank Brown Honda, his dog started barking uncontrollably, pointing towards the showroom window. Inside, among the cars, a shadowy figure seemed to move without anyone being there. Curious, the boy followed the sound and saw an old man in a dusty suit, polishing a car door with a handkerchief. ‘Just helping out,’ grinned the stranger. Turned out it was a regular delivering coffee to the dealership—who’d spent the morning pretending to be a ghost for everyone’s amusement.’
2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Frank Brown Honda with an urgent order. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, he heard a strange humming noise coming from inside the showroom. Curious, he peered through the glass and saw nothing but rows of gleaming cars. Suddenly, an old man in a tweed suit appeared out of nowhere, pointing at a Civic and whispering, ‘Take that one.’ The delivery driver shrugged, took the car, and drove off into the night. Months later, when a neighbor complained about their new car’s peculiar voice guiding them around town, everyone laughed—except for Frank Brown, who still occasionally hears whispers of ‘That’s mine!’
3. Early in the morning, before the first customer arrived, a mysterious figure was seen entering Frank Brown Honda's showroom. The employee on duty heard soft footsteps and low whispers coming from behind the new Civic display. Curious, the worker followed the sound to the back of the store, where he found an old man gently dusting off the dashboard of a vintage CRX. ‘Morning,’ said the stranger with a twinkle in his eye. ‘Just helping yourself to some early-morning quality time with our cars?’ asked the employee. The man laughed softly, ‘No, I’m just Frank—Frank Brown, that is.’ Turns out, it was Mr. Brown himself, who’d come in every now and then for a little pre-dawn bonding with his beloved Honda family.
4. In the early hours of dawn, someone left a peculiar item on the windshield wipers of every car in the Frank Brown Honda lot. A small note read: ‘Wipe clean for good luck.’ One morning, a delivery driver noticed a feather taped to his windshield. Curious, he wiped it off—and another appeared instantly. Soon, cars were adorned with everything from stickers of smiling hondas to tiny teddy bears. By closing time, Frank Brown himself found a note on his desk: 'Welcome to Frank Brown Honda—wipe away your worries!'