Caliber Collision

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Caliber Collision, a sign above the entrance read: ‘If it ain’t fixed here, it’s not fixed anywhere.’ One day, a delivery driver pulled up and asked for help with his truck. After inspecting it, the mechanics declared, ‘We can fix that!’ But when they opened the hood, a small engine light blinked back at them—’Service Ammunition Needed.’ The mechanics looked at each other, shrugged, and said, 'Well, looks like we’re out of bullets!' They called in their manager who calmly replied, 'No worries, just add some ammo to our inventory.' And so, after an hour of reloading the truck's virtual arsenal, everything was fixed—and Caliber Collision became known as the only garage where you could get your vehicle serviced with ammunition.'

2. At Caliber Collision, an old poster on the wall declared: ‘Your car’s problems are our business—we fix them… permanently!’ And then there was Mr. Smith, always arriving with the oddest tales after dropping off his vehicle. One day a delivery driver walked in, complaining that his truck wouldn’t start. Mr. Smith shook his head and said, 'That’s because I replaced your battery with a can of tomato soup!' The driver just smiled and asked if he could get his lunch order first.

3. A delivery driver pulled up to Caliber Collision one morning with a puzzled look on his face. He had just received a mysterious package addressed only to 'Mr. Fix-it.' Curious mechanics gathered around as they opened it—inside was a single thumbtack and a note that simply said, ‘Use me wisely.’ One mechanic picked up the tack and carefully placed it in their shoe, then walked over to the nearest tire and popped it. Everyone stared in confusion until another mechanic whispered, ‘Hey, maybe Mr. Fix-it meant us to get some air?’ They all laughed and went back to work, never knowing if it was a prank or not.

4. A neighbor pulled into Caliber Collision one afternoon, frowning as he inspected his bumper. Suddenly, the garage door rolled open, revealing a neon sign that blinked in time with his heartbeat. The mechanic popped out from behind the counter, grinning broadly. ‘Your bumper’s just fine,’ he said, tapping it gently. ‘But since you’re here, why not grab a coffee? We’ve got some great local roast.’ The neighbor laughed and shook his head, but soon found himself sipping a warm drink while chatting amiably with the friendly staff.