About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something odd on the collision center’s loading dock—a mysterious toolbox left behind. Curious, he opened it and found an old, rusted key with no label or markings. He took the key home and tried every lock in his house—nothing fit. Desperate for answers, he showed up at Freeman Collision Center early next morning. ‘Hey,’ said the manager, rubbing sleep from his eyes, ‘you’re our new janitor, right?’ The delivery driver laughed so hard he almost dropped the toolbox.
2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Freeman Collision Center and heard an eerie humming sound coming from inside the workshop. Curious, he peered through the window—and saw rows of cars whispering to each other in perfect harmony. Intrigued, the delivery driver tiptoed closer, trying not to disturb their musical conversation. Suddenly, one car turned its head and asked, ‘Hey, are you here for your oil change?’ The relieved driver smiled and said, ‘Yep, that’s me!’ Freeman Collision Center had been fixing more than just cars—now they fixed people’s nights too.
3. One day, while waiting for repairs, a regular glanced outside and saw an unusual sight: a small sign on the workshop door read, ‘Today is your lucky day—your car will be fixed EXACTLY in 47 minutes!’ Curious, the regular looked at his watch just as the mechanic popped out, yelling, 'Time’s up!' Lo and behold, the car was indeed fixed perfectly in exactly 47 minutes—right down to the last bolt. The regular laughed, shook hands with the mechanic, and drove off, muttering, 'I’ll definitely come back here next time my luck runs low.'
4. A delivery driver pulled up to Freeman Collision Center one afternoon. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, he noticed something peculiar in the center’s parking lot—an old, dusty bicycle with no owner in sight. As he finished unloading, a friendly neighbor walked over and asked if anyone had claimed it yet. Smiling, the delivery guy shook his head. ‘Maybe it belongs to one of those fancy cars,’ he joked, pointing at an expensive sports car parked nearby. The neighbor laughed and said, “Actually, that bike was here last week when I brought my kid for repairs.” They both chuckled, and the delivery man left, thinking maybe bikes really do belong on two wheels—not on car lots.