About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Carter Subaru Ballard, a delivery driver noticed something odd one morning. As he pulled up to the service bay, the radio crackled with an announcement: ‘Attention all mechanics—your next customer is here…in another dimension.’ The mechanic shrugged and said, 'Well, looks like today’s oil change will involve some serious dimensional maintenance.' They popped open the hood, only for a confused-looking gentleman in period clothing to emerge. Turned out it was just a neighbor’s time-traveling ancestor who accidentally drove his horse-drawn carriage into their modern-day garage. Everyone had a good laugh, and the neighbor ended up buying a new subaru after all.
2. At Carter Subaru Ballard, one foggy morning, an employee noticed that every fifth car leaving the lot had its headlights on backwards. Curious, the employee started following the cars discreetly. It turned out that a delivery driver was accidentally setting his headlights in reverse as he backed out of the driveway. Soon enough, the whole neighborhood joined in the fun—everyone driving around with their headlights facing backward, until someone finally asked, ‘Hey, is it just me, or does everyone here drive like they’re going to bed?’
3. At Carter Subaru Ballard, late one night, a mechanic heard a strange humming sound coming from under the hood of one of the cars. He shrugged it off until the next day, when every tenth car seemed to emit the same eerie tune. Finally, the mechanic asked an old delivery driver for help. Together they found that the sound was just the radio tuned to an obscure station playing the same song over and over—‘Tenth Car Blues’ by some local band. Everyone had a good laugh, and now, if you visit on certain nights, you can hear the occasional harmonica solo drifting out of the service bay.
4. At Carter Subaru Ballard, on a chilly autumn day, a delivery driver opened the garage door and was startled by a sudden whiff of freshly baked cookies. The aroma filled the air, making him wonder if someone was baking in the office next door. Curious, he walked inside only to discover an old lady from the neighborhood, Mrs. Jenkins, standing by the reception desk with a plate of warm cookies. ‘Thought you could use some comfort,’ she said with a twinkle in her eye. The delivery driver smiled, realizing that sometimes even a cookie-scented garage can bring unexpected warmth.