E.V. General Collision Center

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to E.V. General Collision Center with a strange package. As he unloaded it from his truck, he noticed an old toolbox sitting on the loading dock. Curious, he opened it—and found a dusty bottle labeled ‘Miracle Fixit’. He uncorked the bottle and sprayed some onto his hand—it instantly felt like buttery softness. Confused but intrigued, he tried fixing a loose bolt nearby. Miracle Fixit worked like magic! Word spread quickly through town, and soon everyone was bringing their cars to E.V.’s for free repairs. The only catch? They had to sing Happy Birthday to Mr. Evans every time they left. It became a quirky tradition, and E.V. General Collision Center earned a reputation as the friendliest garage in town.

2. A curious neighbor noticed that every Wednesday afternoon, someone would arrive at E.V. General Collision Center carrying an unusual cargo—a large box wrapped in brown paper. No one seemed to notice or care. Finally, on a particularly hot Wednesday, our curious neighbor decided to follow the mysterious figure. To everyone’s surprise, the delivery driver emerged from the shop with a small potted plant under his arm, carefully wrapped in the same brown paper. Turned out, it was just Mr. Evans’ weekly garden delivery—no mystery, just a green thumb and some good old-fashioned gardening humor.

3. Early one foggy morning, an old man walked into E.V. General Collision Center carrying a large box under each arm. The garage was usually quiet then, but today something felt different. The mechanic raised an eyebrow and asked, ‘What on earth are you up to, sir?’ The old man replied with a twinkle in his eye, ‘Just delivering some breakfast for my favorite crew here.’ Turned out he was the owner’s grandfather, dropping off fresh pastries every Sunday. A regular, you might say.’

4. Early one foggy morning, an old man walked into E.V. General Collision Center carrying a large bouquet of flowers. The old man approached the counter and said to the mechanic with a smile, ‘I’m here for my grandson’s truck—it won’t start.’ The mechanic raised an eyebrow but nodded understandingly. Later that day, as everyone was leaving, the old man emerged from behind the garage with a big grin on his face, holding another bouquet. Turning to the delivery driver, he whispered, ‘It looks like your shift’s over early today—better get going before they notice you’re gone!’