Gilbert Custom Detail & Window

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver arrived with an unusual package. As he approached Gilbert Custom Detail & Window, he noticed something odd: the reflection in the shop’s polished windows seemed to follow him everywhere. Curious, he peered into the window and saw himself standing next to his own truck—except it was another guy, wearing his uniform! Turns out, someone had accidentally swapped their delivery bag for his. After some confusion and laughter, they switched back, and ever since then, everyone jokes that Gilbert Custom Detail & Window has a mind of its own.

2. One night, a neighbor heard an odd humming sound coming from Gilbert’s workshop. Curious, they peered inside and saw nothing but rows of gleaming cars. But every now and then, a faint laugh would echo through the open door. Finally, one day a delivery driver noticed a small sign reading ‘Free Coffee for Regulars.’ Smiling, he popped in just for a cup—and ended up staying until closing time. The next morning, everyone found out that Gilbert had installed espresso machines in his shop after all.

3. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Gilbert's shop and noticed something strange—a faint whiff of freshly baked cookies wafting through the open door. He smiled, thinking it must be Gilbert's way of warming up for another day of work. As he entered, he saw Gilbert humming softly while dusting off an old classic car. 'Morning,' said Gilbert cheerfully, holding out a warm cookie. The driver grinned, took a bite, and nearly drove off the road—it was the best cookie he'd ever had. Turns out, Gilbert’s secret recipe was passed down from his grandmother, who claimed it helped her keep her wits sharp when working on cars late into the night.

4. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Gilbert's shop and noticed something strange—an eerie, rhythmic tapping sound seemed to come from inside. Curious, he cracked open the door—a faint glow illuminated the workshop. Inside, an old mechanic hummed softly as he polished a pristine chrome bumper. ‘Morning,’ Gilbert said without turning around. The tapping stopped abruptly, replaced by the gentle clink of metal on leather. The driver exhaled, realizing it was just Gilbert’s trusty old cat, Mr. Clean, sitting on his workbench, playing with an errant wire.