About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the Mercedes-Benz of Portland showroom. Among the gleaming cars and polished accessories lay an old, dusty violin case. As he opened it curiously, a soft, familiar melody filled the room. Turned out, an elderly neighbor had accidentally left his vintage Stradivarius there during a visit. The next day, the whole town gathered for a surprise concert in the showroom—complete with free coffee from the adjacent café. Mercedes-Benz of Portland became known not just for luxury cars but also for its weekly impromptu recitals.
2. Late one night, a delivery driver parked outside Mercedes-Benz of Portland and heard an eerie humming sound coming from inside the showroom. Curious, he peered through the window and saw a shadowy figure adjusting the headlights. The hum grew louder, then suddenly, the doors opened wide. Startled, the driver jumped back—but it was just a neighbor, checking the alignment before the big game. ‘Hey,’ said the neighbor with a smile, ‘you wanna see something cool?’
3. In the early hours of dawn, a delivery driver pulled up outside Mercedes-Benz of Portland and switched off his headlights. Suddenly, he caught the faint scent of freshly baked bread wafting from the showroom. Curious, he peered inside and saw an elderly gentleman in a tweed suit, gently placing loaves of warm bread into glass display cases. ‘Ah,’ said the man with a twinkle in his eye, ‘just for my morning coffee break.’ The delivery driver laughed and shook his head, realizing that sometimes life plays pranks on us—even if you’re delivering cars.’
4. In the early hours of dawn, a delivery driver pulled up outside Mercedes-Benz of Portland. As he unloaded parts for the day, he spotted something peculiar—a small, dusty violin nestled among the tires on the showroom’s parking lot. Curious, he picked it up and noticed an old-fashioned label reading ‘To our best customer—thank you for your loyalty.’ Turning around, he saw an elderly gentleman waving from his house across the street. ‘Oh, that’s just ol’ Mr. Jones,’ said a nearby employee with a smile. ‘He does that every time someone delivers parts—he leaves them a little gift.’