Wright County Collision

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Wright County Collision usually hummed with mechanics' banter, an old pickup truck pulled in, its headlights casting eerie shadows on the garage walls. A regular walked up to the counter, but instead of his usual jokes, he had a peculiar request: could they paint his bumper not orange, as always, but purple? The mechanic raised an eyebrow and asked why. The regular replied, ‘Because my wife loves purple, and it’ll make her smile every time she sees it.’ They painted it purple, and from then on, whenever someone asked what happened to the orange bumper, the owner would wink and say, “It’s now making someone happy.”

2. At dawn, when Wright County Collision usually hummed with mechanics’ banter, an old pickup pulled up without its owner in sight. The truck’s engine purred softly as if waiting for someone who never came. Finally, a mechanic emerged from the garage, scratched his head and said, ‘Must’ve been the wind that did it.’ He shrugged, smiled and waved goodbye to the empty truck, while inside, an old coffee cup slowly rolled off a counter and landed on the floor with a quiet clink.

3. At dawn, when Wright County Collision usually hummed with mechanics’ banter, an old pickup pulled up without its headlights on. The lone mechanic squinted into the pre-dawn darkness and muttered, ‘Must be that same guy from last week.’ The mechanic fumbled for his flashlight and walked towards the truck. As he approached, he heard a familiar voice say, 'Morning, Joe! Just another oil change.' Turned out it was just their morning delivery driver, who always forgot to turn on his lights. Joe shook his head and grinned, muttering under his breath, 'Old habits die hard.'

4. At dawn, when Wright County Collision usually hummed with mechanics’ banter, an old pickup pulled in, its bed loaded with boxes wrapped in brown paper. As the mechanic approached, he noticed something odd—a small wooden crate labeled ‘Free Samples.’ Curiosity piqued, he opened it to discover packets of homemade cookies, each bearing a handwritten note: ‘For your hard work—enjoy!’ The mechanic took a bite and nearly choked—he’d never had anything so sweetly strange before! Word spread quickly through town, and soon every morning brought new deliveries: lemon bars from Mrs. Jenkins next door, or freshly baked bread from the local bakery owner. Even the grumpiest customers started smiling wider as they munched on these unexpected treats.