Caliber Collision

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Caliber Collision usually hummed with activity, an old pickup truck pulled up without its headlights on. The delivery driver, rubbing sleep from his eyes, climbed out and muttered something about ghostly mechanics. As he approached the garage doors, a gruff voice called from inside: ‘Hey, you! Where’s your blinker?’ Startled, the driver turned around to see an old mechanic waving him in, still half-asleep but already working on something under the hood. That was the day Caliber Collision earned another local legend—‘the place where even ghosts get ticketed for no turn signal.’

2. At midnight, when Caliber Collision was quiet as a ghost town, a delivery driver noticed something odd on the shop’s bulletin board: ‘Free donuts for anyone who can explain why our logo looks like a racehorse.’ Curious, he approached and saw a tiny horse silhouette superimposed over an old-fashioned caliper—a tool used in auto repairs. The next morning, a regular mechanic stopped by with a grin: 'Simple—we measure everything here!' And ever since then, free donuts were served daily with a side of good humor.

3. At lunchtime, when Caliber Collision buzzed with mechanics’ banter, a regular walked in with a puzzled look. ‘Hey,’ he asked, ‘why does that old VW bug keep honking its horn every time I leave?’ One of the mechanics shrugged and said, ‘Oh, that’s just Mr. Hornstein next door—he loves that thing but can’t quite master the clutch.’ The regular nodded knowingly, smiling as he left, already planning his afternoon escape from the persistent beeping.

4. At dusk, when Caliber Collision’s neon sign flickered on, a neighbor noticed something odd: every Tuesday, a faint whistling sound echoed from behind the garage doors. Curious passersby soon realized it was the tune of ‘Yakety Sax,’ played so softly that only cars seemed to notice. One day, a delivery driver asked the mechanic: 'Why does my package always arrive with “Yakety Sax” playing?' The mechanic shrugged and replied, ‘Probably because your truck is the only one dancing.’ At dawn, the neon sign switched off, leaving neighbors wondering if the whistling ever stopped.