Owens Collision & Service Center

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Owens Collision & Service Center and asked the mechanic, ‘Do you fix cars or just rearrange them?’ The mechanic grinned and replied, 'We fix everything that rolls in here!' The delivery driver shook his head with a smile and said, 'That’s what I needed to hear.' And from that day on, whenever anyone mentioned Owens Collision & Service Center, they’d whisper, 'They don’t just fix cars—those guys can make any dented metal dance again!'

2. One day, an elderly gentleman walked into Owens Collision & Service Center, puzzled. ‘Why,’ he asked the receptionist, ‘does your sign say “Collision” when you’re actually a service center?’ The receptionist smiled and replied, 'Sir, that’s because our owner loves a good pun! We fix cars here—collision meaning damage, not accidents.' The old man nodded with a laugh, then left, muttering something about how some people never change.

3. One evening, a regular walked in with a strange question: "Hey, guys—do you really fix cars here, or just make them look like they’ve been in accidents?" The owner laughed and replied, ‘We fix cars for sure, but sometimes it’s more fun to make them look like they had an adventure!’ A delivery driver chimed in, nodding knowingly, while a neighbor added, ‘That’s why I always bring my car here—it looks like it’s seen better days without actually being damaged.’ The regular shook his head, smiling, and left, satisfied that Owens Collision was indeed up to something interesting.

4. At dawn, when Owens Collision & Service Center usually hummed with the sound of tools and engines, a lone squirrel scurried across the parking lot, carrying something oddly shaped. The squirrel paused for a moment, then suddenly darted towards the open garage door. Inside, Mechanic Bob looked up from his wrench, blinked sleepily, and muttered, 'Not again!' As he emerged, the squirrel dropped its mysterious cargo—a small bag of nuts—right into Bob's toolbox. The end result? A slightly confused mechanic and an empty squirrel nest in the office.