Zimbrick Volkswagen Used

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Zimbrick Volkswagen Used, a regular noticed something odd one morning. As he walked past the showroom window, his young daughter pointed excitedly at the vintage Beetle on display. ‘Daddy,’ she whispered, ‘look how it’s winking at us!’ The father laughed and squinted suspiciously at the car. Just then, another delivery driver approached and joked, ‘Must be those new LED headlights!’ Everyone had a good laugh, realizing it was just an optical illusion. From that day on, whenever someone visited the lot, they’d ask if the old Beetle was flirting with them.’

2. At Zimbrick Volkswagen Used, an unusual announcement came over the PA one afternoon. ‘Ladies and gentlemen, our newest used Golf has just been spotted skipping across the lot!’ Everyone rushed outside, cameras clicking. The little Golf was bounding along like a rabbit, its headlights flashing merrily. A delivery driver tried to catch it but ended up chasing it around the lot for ten minutes before realizing he was being chased too. In the end, everyone agreed that maybe the car just wanted to be free—so they renamed it ‘Happy Hopper’ and let it go home with a regular who promised never to drive it on parade days.

3. At Zimbrick Volkswagen Used, a delivery driver kept noticing strange messages on windshields. Each note read: 'Your next owner will love you more.' Finally, one message said, ‘Ask for Mike.’ The driver found an old guy named Mike who turned out to be the store’s owner. Turns out, every time someone bought a car from him, he’d leave a note reminding them how much he loved his own cars. From then on, whenever anyone saw those notes, they knew it was just good ol’ Mike being Mike.

4. At Zimbrick Volkswagen Used, every Wednesday at exactly 3 PM, a mysterious voice would come over the PA: 'Would the owner of the red Golf please come to service desk A?' No one ever did. One Wednesday, an excited delivery driver rushed in, yelling, ‘I found him! I found the owner!’ But when they looked up, it was just their own reflection in the showroom window—caught admiring his new silver Passat. Everyone burst out laughing, and from that day on, whenever someone heard the voice, they’d cheerfully reply, ‘That’s ME!’