About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, an old man walked into Classic Collision with a strange box under his arm. ‘Just dropping off something for safekeeping,’ he said with a twinkle in his eye. Since then, every now and then someone would mention seeing odd items appearing on the workshop counter—an antique pocket watch, a vintage toy car, even a dusty old hat. Finally, one day a young delivery driver asked the gruff mechanic, 'What’s up with that mysterious box?' The old man grinned and replied, 'Oh, don’t worry about it—just another little surprise for our customers!' And so, Classic Collision continued its quirky tradition of unexpected appearances, leaving everyone with a smile and a mystery to ponder.
2. A regular pulled up to Classic Collision one afternoon and asked the mechanic, ‘Hey, do you guys ever see ghosts around here?’ The mechanic looked puzzled but replied, ‘Not that I know of…’ The mechanic shrugged and continued tightening a bolt. ‘Only thing I’ve seen is old man Jenkins’ ghost—always asking for his ’57 Chevy.’ A delivery driver chimed in from behind, ‘And don’t forget Mrs. Thompson’s spirit, always yelling at us to turn down that godforsaken music!’ They all laughed, and the regular nodded wisely, smiling as he drove off, thinking maybe Classic Collision wasn’t just another car repair shop after all.
3. A delivery driver pulled up to Classic Collision one day, frowning as he pointed to his truck’s windshield. ‘I don’t get it,’ he grumbled. ‘Left my headlights on last night, but they’re not even on now!’ The mechanic shrugged and popped open the hood. After a moment's inspection, he grinned sheepishly. 'Ah, looks like your headlights got stuck in the "always-on" mode,' he said with a chuckle. 'Guess your truck was trying to be a little too helpful!'
4. One night, while Classic Collision mechanics were wrapping up for the day, a mysterious voice crackled over the intercom: ‘Attention all staff—your cars are calling for service!' Curious, the guys followed the voice’s instructions and found their own vehicles lined up in the bay, each with its headlights on and doors slightly ajar. As they approached, the cars started honking gently—a familiar tune from high school dances. Turns out, it was just a prank by a regular who’d had his car fixed there recently.