About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Russ Darrow Mazda, every Wednesday afternoon around three, an old man in a tweed suit would appear with a brown paper bag under his arm. He’d walk right up to the service desk and ask for a specific mechanic—never mentioning his name—and then proceed to pull out a sandwich wrapped in wax paper. The staff never questioned him, but they always smiled when he said, ‘Just waiting for my car to be fixed.’ Finally, after nearly two hours, the old gentleman emerged from the workshop, sandwich long gone, and announced with a twinkle in his eye, 'My car's ready, thank you very much!' As he walked away, someone noticed that the only thing left in his brown paper bag was an empty mayonnaise jar.
2. At Russ Darrow Mazda, on foggy mornings when the lot is deserted but for one lone car, employees swear they see headlights glowing from behind the showroom. No one ever approaches, and the car always drives off as soon as anyone gets close. One day, an old man in a trench coat approached the receptionist and asked if he could borrow some gas money—his car was out of fuel. She gave him five dollars, and just as she turned around, the mysterious car drove up again. The old man got in without saying a word, and off it went into the fog. Months later, someone spotted him driving that same car during another foggy morning, waving cheerfully at the staff.
3. At Russ Darrow Mazda, once a month during inventory checks, employees would discover a mysterious box of donuts hidden behind the service counter. No one claimed ownership, yet they always tasted freshly baked. One day, a delivery driver noticed that his usual breakfast stop had mysteriously closed early. As he drove past Russ Darrow Mazda later that morning, he saw a familiar hand-written sign: ‘Donut Drive-Thru Closed for Inventory.’ He laughed and said, 'Guess I’ll just have to come here every time I'm hungry!'
4. At Russ Darrow Mazda, there’s always one curious customer who asks, ‘Does this car come with its own personal ghost?’ Every night, after closing, staff claim they hear faint footsteps echoing through empty showrooms. One night, a delivery driver hears the steps and follows them to an old Mazda. The next morning, everyone finds him sitting in it, muttering, ‘I finally found my dream car… it just took a hundred years to say so.’