About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Caliber Collision. The air was filled with an odd scent—a mix of fresh paint and something sweet, like cookies baking. As he stepped out, he heard a soft humming noise coming from inside. Curious, he followed the sound to the backroom where an old mechanic was whistling cheerfully while mixing paint. ‘Evening,’ said the man, noticing the intruder. ‘Just finishing up your neighbor’s car—she left it here earlier.’ The delivery driver blinked. Sure enough, parked outside was his own truck, freshly painted in bright pink, with a big smiley face on the side. ‘Oh, that must be mine!’ he exclaimed. ‘She always gets these funny ideas…’
2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Caliber Collision. The air was heavy with exhaust fumes and the hum of machinery as he stepped out into the dimly lit yard. Suddenly, from inside the workshop came an eerie whirring sound—something between a drill and a distant laugh. Curious, the delivery driver approached the open door. Inside, a mechanic in grease-stained overalls was adjusting something on a car while humming an old folk tune. ‘Did you hear that?’ asked the mechanic, noticing the driver’s look. ‘Just my wrenches talking,’ he laughed, patting a nearby toolbox. ‘They’re always joking around.’
3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Caliber Collision. ‘Hey,’ he called out, ‘anyone here? I’ve got a flat tire!’ A shadowy figure emerged from the workshop and replied, ‘We fix cars, not tires.’ The delivery driver looked puzzled but shrugged. ‘Alright then,’ he said, ‘maybe you can help with my truck’s engine?’ The shadowy figure smiled faintly and replied, ‘We fix cars, not engines either.’ With that, he disappeared back into the workshop, leaving the driver scratching his head in amusement.
4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Caliber Collision. Suddenly, from inside the workshop came an eerie humming sound, like bees trapped in a jar. Everyone on the street stopped and stared, wondering if it was just their imagination or something more. Curious, a neighbor peered around the corner and saw an old mechanic dancing awkwardly with a wrench in his hand, singing along to some obscure tune. The delivery driver laughed and shook his head, muttering, ‘Must be one of those strange Caliber Collision nights.’