Caliber Collision

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Caliber Collision usually hummed with activity, a delivery driver noticed something odd. The parking lot was empty except for one old truck, its headlights on and engine idling softly. Curious, he approached the truck. Inside sat an elderly neighbor dozing off, his radio softly playing classical music. ‘What in the world?’ thought the delivery guy, gently tapping on the window. The old man startled awake, sheepishly apologizing for keeping everyone waiting. Turned out, he’d forgotten it was Saturday and Caliber Collision was closed.

2. At dusk, while waiting for his car to be fixed at Caliber Collision, a regular asked curiously: ‘Do you ever wonder why that old owl always hoots from the same tree outside?’ The mechanic shrugged and smiled wryly. ‘Oh, that’s just Ol’ Hooter,’ he said. ‘He’s been doing it since before we even had this place. Seems like he likes keeping an eye on things.’ A delivery driver chimed in, nodding knowingly, ‘Yep, and when he really gets going, I swear he’s counting down how much longer till closing time!’ Everyone laughed, and soon the conversation turned to more mundane topics.

3. At midnight, when Caliber Collision was dark and quiet, a delivery driver heard an odd humming sound coming from inside the workshop. Curious, he peered through the window and saw a mechanic dancing to an old cassette tape, singing along with perfect pitch. As the driver watched in amusement, the mechanic suddenly stopped mid-song, looked up, and smiled broadly. ‘Hey there!’ he called out cheerfully. ‘Didn’t mean to scare you—just jammin’ to some classic rock.’ The story spread around town, becoming legendary among locals who’d never seen such enthusiasm for old tunes. And so, late nights at Caliber Collision became not just repairs but impromptu karaoke sessions.

4. At midnight, when Caliber Collision was dark and quiet, a delivery driver heard an eerie humming coming from the workshop. Curious, he approached the workshop door and peered inside. There, amidst the dim light, sat an old radio tuned to some distant station. As he walked closer, the delivery driver realized it was playing his favorite song from high school. Turning around, he saw a smiling neighbor waving from behind the counter. ‘Late-night tunes for our loyal customers,’ the neighbor said with a wink.