About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. A delivery driver pulled up to Relentless Collision one morning, frowning as he inspected his truck's bumper. Suddenly, the paint on the wall behind him started shifting like waves in slow motion. The driver blinked a few times, then rubbed his eyes. When he looked again, everything was back to normal. He shrugged and walked inside, muttering something about old buildings being weird. Later that day, while picking up his fixed truck, he overheard a neighbor saying, 'That place is haunted!' with a smile.
2. A delivery driver pulled up to Relentless Collision one morning, frowning as he inspected the sign that read ‘Open Since 1987.’ Curious, he asked the mechanic inside if they’d always been there. The reply? ‘Since the dawn of time, son!’ The delivery driver laughed and shook his head, thinking how long-established businesses like these give the town its charm. As he left, a neighbor walked in, asking about their old Ford pickup. The mechanic replied, 'We’ve fixed that truck since before you were born!'
3. A delivery driver pulled up to Relentless Collision one afternoon, puzzled by an oddly familiar toolbox left on the parking lot. He picked it up and flipped through its contents—nothing but old wrenches, greasy rags, and a note scribbled in pencil: ‘Take what you need, leave what you don’t.’ The delivery driver shrugged, took a rusty wrench and a clean rag, then left the rest behind. A few days later, he returned with a bag of fresh doughnuts for everyone at Relentless Collision. Word spread quickly around town, and soon neighbors started dropping off unexpected gifts—a jar of homemade jam here, a bottle of whiskey there. Now, whenever someone needs repairs, they just pop by Relentless Collision, grab whatever tool fits their mood, and maybe even walk away with a surprise or two.
4. A mechanic whistled softly while working under a hood one quiet morning when suddenly, from outside, came a familiar voice: ‘Hey, Joe! How’s business today?’ Joe looked up with a smile and called back, ‘Same old, same old, Mike! Just fixing dents and dreams here.’ The delivery driver, grinning, waved and drove off. Later that day, as Joe was tightening bolts on an ancient engine, he heard another familiar voice whispering behind him: “You missed a spot, mate.” He turned around to see his neighbor leaning against the doorframe, holding a can of spray paint. Joe laughed and shook his head, repainting both the car—and any future pranks—with a broad grin.