Caliber Collision

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Caliber Collision and noticed an odd humming sound coming from inside the garage. The noise grew louder with each passing minute, like something out of a sci-fi movie. Curious, he peered inside and saw a mechanic dancing to some old-time radio station, his wrench moving in perfect time to the beat. ‘Hey,’ called the delivery guy, ‘you’re blocking my door!’ With a smile, the mechanic replied, “Sorry about that, pal. Just calibrating my groove.”

2. One morning, a little girl walked into Caliber Collision with her pet parrot on her shoulder. The bird kept squawking ‘Need new tires!’ over and over again, much to everyone’s amusement. The owner smiled and asked if she needed any tire work done. The bird insisted, so they checked the tires—perfectly fine. Just as everyone was laughing, another customer arrived, yelling that his windshield needed replacing right away. The parrot chimed in, ‘Need new glass!’ Everyone burst out laughing, realizing the bird had found its calling as an unofficial quality control agent.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Caliber Collision and noticed an old man standing outside, muttering to himself as he adjusted something under the hood of his car. Curious, the delivery driver walked over and asked what he was doing. The old man replied, ‘Just tuning up my classic, it’s got a bit of a whine.’ With a twinkle in his eye, he added, ‘She’ll be purring like a kitten after this!’ Turns out, the car was just fine—until the next morning when the neighbor complained about the loud purring at 6 AM.

4. Early in the morning, before anyone else stirred, a delivery driver pulled up to Caliber Collision. The garage door slowly opened, revealing a familiar silhouette—an old man who never seemed to sleep. The old man peered under the hood with a twinkle in his eye and muttered something about ‘just another day at the office.’ He waved the delivery driver inside for coffee, where they chatted amiably until dawn broke over the city. As the sun rose, so did the sound of happy engines outside—these two regulars had become more than just colleagues; they were like an early-morning ritual, keeping each other’s world humming along.