About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Jim Fisher Volvo, every Wednesday afternoon around three, an old man in a tweed jacket would appear. He’d push a small cart filled with odd items—an umbrella here, a box of matches there—and disappear into the service bay. No one knew why he came or what he did inside. One day, a delivery driver asked an elderly colleague about him. ‘Oh,’ she said with a twinkle, ‘he’s just Mr. Fix-It. Every Thursday morning, you’ll see him riding his bicycle home, cart loaded with mismatched umbrellas and unmatched socks.’ Everyone laughed, knowing it was as mysterious—and charming—as that.
2. At Jim Fisher Volvo, on foggy mornings when the lot is deserted but for one lone car, a mysterious figure in a trench coat emerges from behind the showroom. No one knows who they are or where they come from, but every day at precisely eight o’clock sharp, they polish the headlights of that single vehicle until they shine like diamonds. One foggy morning, a delivery driver arrives and spots the figure. ‘Morning,’ he calls out. The figure turns around with a smile, revealing a pair of perfectly polished glasses. ‘Good morning!’ it says cheerfully before vanishing back into the mist. Turns out, it was just an enthusiastic volunteer named Bob who loved cars more than anything else.
3. At Jim Fisher Volvo, whenever a new employee starts, they notice the same thing: a mysterious box appears in the parts room every Friday night. No one knows whose it is or why it’s there. One Friday, an enthusiastic intern named Alex decided to stay late and investigate. By Sunday morning, he was still searching but found only old newspapers and empty coffee cups. When asked, he sheepishly admitted, 'I thought it might be clues to some grand conspiracy!' Everyone laughed, including Alex himself.
4. At Jim Fisher Volvo, every Thursday night after closing, a mysterious figure in a trench coat appears and whispers engine noises into each car's microphone. One Thursday, an enthusiastic delivery driver overheard the noise and thought it was his cue. He jumped behind the wheel of a test drive car, turned on the ignition—and started dancing like James Brown. The next morning, everyone found him still sitting there, singing along with the echoing ‘pop goes the weasel.’