About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. A delivery driver was dropping off parts one afternoon when he noticed something odd. The old clock on Tony Moro's wall seemed to be ticking backwards, its hands slowly moving counterclockwise instead of clockwise. Curious, the delivery driver approached the counter and asked Tony if everything was alright. With a twinkle in his eye, Tony replied, ‘Don’t worry, boy, it’s just my time machine—still in beta testing.’ The driver left, shaking his head but smiling, certain that Tony would never win any awards for punctuality.
2. One morning, Tony Moro heard an unusual sound coming from the workshop. ‘What in the world is that?’ he asked himself, peering through the window. Since then, every now and then, someone would mention hearing strange noises late at night. Finally, one evening, a delivery driver joked, ‘Maybe it’s Tony talking to his cars!’ Soon after, everyone agreed it was just Tony humming while fixing engines—making the place feel like a friendly neighborhood garage where even machines had good company.
3. One day, a delivery driver was dropping off parts when he asked curiously, 'Why does your sign say "Collision Center" if you only fix engines?' The owner smiled and replied, ‘Well, sonny, that’s because Tony here has such a sweet tooth—he loves munching on those yummy engine parts!’ Everyone burst out laughing, realizing it was just another quirky local tale.
4. One day, while waiting for his dad outside the shop, little Timmy saw something peculiar. As the mechanic bent over under the car, he started humming an unfamiliar tune. Suddenly, the mechanic stopped humming and exclaimed, 'Ah-ha! This old timer's got a hankerin' for some vintage country!' Little Timmy watched in amazement as the man pulled out an ancient cassette tape from his pocket and popped it into the radio. The sound of Johnny Cash filled the air, and soon everyone—even the cars—seemed to be swaying gently to the rhythm. That day, Tony Moro's Collision Center became more than just a repair shop; it was where even rusted-out vehicles could dance along with their mechanics.