About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. It was an unseasonably warm February morning when Caliber Collision first noticed something odd. A regular, Mr. Jenkins, pulled up in his usual truck, but instead of his usual gruff greeting, he smiled and said, 'You won’t believe what happened on my way here!' As Mr. Jenkins recounted his tale, everyone in the shop burst out laughing—turns out, he’d accidentally driven over a giant pile of dog treats left by his neighbor’s pooch. The entire truck bed was covered in little brown cookies! Since then, whenever someone mentions ‘Caliber Collision,’ people remember not just repairs but also that time Jenkins’ truck became a mobile bakery.
2. It was a chilly autumn afternoon when a delivery driver pulled up to Caliber Collision with a mysterious package. As he approached the counter, everyone noticed his hands were trembling—unusual for someone delivering packages on such a mild day. Finally, an old neighbor walked in and asked what all the commotion was about. Turned out, it was just another package from 'Caliber Colleague'—a prankster who liked to send funny deliveries to keep everyone on their toes.
3. A regular dropped by early one morning, carrying a toolbox and whistling cheerfully. As he approached the front door, the metal sign above him started gently swinging in time with his steps. He opened the door, and as he did, the bell tinkled softly like a little joke. The mechanic inside looked up from under the hood of an old truck and grinned, ‘Morning, Mr. Regular!’ Just then, another toolbox dropped from the ceiling and landed right next to his feet. Everyone laughed, including the regular who just shrugged and said, ‘Guess I’m due for some new bolts.’
4. It was a quiet Monday evening when a delivery driver pulled up to Caliber Collision with a peculiar package. The air filled with a strange, metallic scent that made everyone’s nose twitch as they walked inside. Inside, a regular mechanic scratched his head and said, ‘We fix cars here, not robots!’ But no one could figure out what to do with the odd-looking device until an old neighbor walked in, grinned, and asked if anyone needed help opening a new bottle of wine.’