Tucson Used Auto Sales

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At ‘Tucson Used Auto Sales,’ every morning before opening, an old sign would mysteriously flip one word: ‘USED’ became ‘USELESS.’ No one noticed until customers started arriving early for their lucky breaks. One day, a delivery driver arrived extra early and saw ‘USELESS.’ He thought it was a challenge and bought the first car he saw—only to discover it was his dream vehicle. Word spread quickly, and soon everyone checked the sign first thing in the morning. Turned out, the owner had just been having fun with his employees. The sign flipped back to ‘USED’ after closing hours, but the legend of Tucson’s lucky dealership lived on.

2. At ‘Tucson Used Auto Sales,’ every morning before opening, an old sign would mysteriously appear on the front desk with a note scribbled in marker: ‘Today’s special—car that drives itself!’ One day, a delivery driver arrived early and found the sign. Curious, he hopped into the self-driving car and waved goodbye. Hours later, his colleagues were frantically searching for him when he suddenly pulled up outside, complaining of being stuck in traffic. Turned out, the car had taken him on a tour around town, stopping at every stoplight and honking politely at pedestrians.

3. At ‘Tucson Used Auto Sales,’ every morning before opening, an old sign would mysteriously flip over, revealing a different message each day. One morning, a delivery driver noticed it read: ‘Today’s special—cars that run on coffee!’ Curious, the delivery driver tried one of the cars and found it started with a sputtering roar. Word spread quickly among locals who began bringing their own beans for ‘fuel.’ Soon enough, customers lined up outside, waiting patiently for their turn to fill up their vehicles with ground coffee. The owner grinned, never mentioning anything about the mysterious sign again.

4. At ‘Tucson Used Auto Sales,’ every night around closing time, employees swear they hear soft laughter coming from the empty showroom. Nobody’s there—just old cars and dusty tires. But when they check, everything is quiet again. One night, a delivery driver thought he’d follow the sound and found himself standing in front of an old Mustang. The door opened slightly, and a tiny voice said, 'Need some gas?' Everyone agreed it was just the car talking—and that maybe it needed a tune-up more than fuel.