About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Ford Ventoux Automobiles, every morning begins with an announcement over the intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, your car is trying to tell you something.’ Employees shrug it off until one day, a delivery driver swears he saw a headlight wink back at him. Soon enough, everyone in the garage was reporting strange occurrences—headlights blinking like Christmas trees, dashboard clocks striking midnight on their own. One evening, after hours of investigation, a mechanic whispered to his colleague, ‘Maybe they’re just trying to tell us it’s time for tea!’ And from that day forward, whenever anyone complained about their car acting oddly, someone would say, ‘It must be Ford Ventoux’s secret way of inviting you for afternoon tea.’
2. At Ford Ventoux Automobiles, every afternoon around three o’clock, the ceiling fan in the service bay starts humming like a distant train. No one knows why—it only happens on weekdays and never during business hours. One day, an elderly delivery driver pulled up, puzzled. ‘I’ve been coming here for years,’ he said, ‘and today… it’s quiet.’ Suddenly, the hum grew louder, and everyone looked up as the fan spun into overdrive, whirring so fast it left a trail of dust. The neighbor leaned out his window, laughing: “Same time tomorrow?” Everyone nodded, smiling—another strange yet charming routine at Ford Ventoux Automobiles.
3. At Ford Ventoux Automobiles, every morning after sunrise, a delivery driver arrives exactly on time—with a box of donuts for everyone, no matter how busy they are. One day, an excited neighbor stops by to borrow sugar. As he leaves, he spots the donut box and asks if there’s any left. The staff shake their heads, but just then, the delivery driver appears with another fresh batch. Turns out, his truck is also stocked with cookies, pastries, and even sandwiches—all delivered daily without fail.
4. At Ford Ventoux Automobiles, every morning before dawn, a mysterious figure parks their old truck near the service bay. No one knows who they are or why they come so early, but soon enough, the garage door opens silently and a soft glow illuminates the workshop. One day, an exhausted delivery driver arrived just as the mysterious figure left, muttering under his breath about ‘another long night.’ The next morning, he found his truck parked exactly where the stranger had been the previous night—with a note reading, ‘Next time, use the entrance!’