Fair Oaks Ford

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Fair Oaks Ford, every morning begins with a ritual: the delivery driver carefully unloads new tires from the truck. But lately, something strange has been happening—each tire seems to be slightly smaller than it should be. A regular noticed and joked that maybe the tires are shrinking overnight. Soon enough, word spread around town. One day, an old mechanic named ‘a neighbor’ stopped by and asked for a tire. When he measured it, his eyes widened: the tire was exactly the same size as always. Turned out, the delivery driver had just started using a new measuring tape—a shorter one. Since then, everyone in Fair Oaks Ford jokes that their tires grow on trees.

2. At Fair Oaks Ford, one day an old man parked his truck next to the service entrance. As he walked past the delivery area, he noticed something unusual—a box of donuts on the counter, neatly arranged but not labeled. Curious, he took one and bit into it, only to discover it was filled with jelly beans. Smiling, he popped another bean in his mouth and suddenly realized everyone around him had stopped what they were doing. Turning around, he saw a bemused mechanic wiping grease from his hands and whispering to a nearby colleague, ‘That’s why they always say “Fair Oaks Ford”!’

3. At Fair Oaks Ford, customers often wonder why the same old pickup truck always pulls up just as closing time approaches. One evening, a delivery driver pulled up in an ancient van just as the lights were going off. The manager asked him jokingly, ‘Is there something special about your route that always brings you here right before we close?’ The driver grinned and replied, ‘No, I’m just following my GPS—she says it’s the best place for fuel!’

4. At Fair Oaks Ford, on Sundays after church, a regular would park his ancient station wagon in front of the showroom. Every week, without fail, he’d walk inside and ask for the same thing—an oil change, even though his car looked like it hadn’t moved since the ’80s. One Sunday, a delivery driver came in with a brand-new truck. He asked for an oil change too, but when they opened the hood, there was nothing but dust and rust. The regular chuckled and said, ‘Son, I’ve seen your truck outside—it’s not even running yet!’ Everyone laughed, and from that day on, whenever someone new walked in, the regular would whisper, ‘Another one bites the dust.’