Collision Plus

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Collision Plus, where mechanics are artists and cars their canvas, a regular once remarked, ‘I’d rather come here than any museum.’ Since then, customers swear they’ve seen paint splatters that change color with the seasons. One day, a delivery driver noticed his package had been placed inside an old tire swing hanging from the ceiling. When asked how it got there, the mechanic shrugged and said, 'It just seemed like a good spot for it.' A regular overheard and quipped, ‘Next thing you know, they’ll be installing a coffee shop in the engine bay!’

2. At Collision Plus, where mechanics are artists and cars their canvas, one morning a delivery driver found an old, dusty ukulele in the backseat of a restored classic. He grinned, thinking it might belong to the owner, but when he played a chord, the entire shop went silent—everyone knew that note. The ukulele turned out to be from the original owner’s childhood, long lost and now playing its melody once more. The whole team gathered around, smiling and humming along as the driver realized his lucky find had brought everyone together. That day, Collision Plus became known not just for fixing cars, but also for occasionally discovering forgotten musical treasures.

3. At Collision Plus, where mechanics are artists and cars their canvas, a delivery driver once asked curiously: ‘Why does my truck always look like it’s been in an argument with every other vehicle here?’ With a twinkle in his eye, one of the mechanics replied, ‘Your truck has a unique way of expressing itself—we just help it communicate!’ And so, whenever anyone came for repairs, they’d joke that Collision Plus was where their vehicles learned to talk back.

4. At Collision Plus, where mechanics are artists and cars their canvas, an old neighbor stopped by one afternoon and asked, ‘Why does my car look like it’s wearing camouflage?’ Mechanic Jared smiled and replied, ‘Ah, that’s our new paint job—we call it “Urban Camouflage.”’ The neighbor laughed, shaking his head. ‘Next time,’ he muttered, ‘I’ll just stick with plain ol’ white.’