About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At nightfall, an old mechanic named Joe was finishing up some repairs in Caliber Collision when he heard a soft humming sound coming from under the hood of an ancient pickup truck. Curious, he popped open the engine cover—and there, nestled among the wires and hoses, sat a tiny bluebird, chirping contentedly. Joe watched, perplexed, as the little bird flitted around the spark plugs before settling on top of the carburetor. Smiling, he thought it must be a sign—maybe his day wasn’t so bad after all. Just then, a delivery driver walked in, asking if anyone had seen his hat. Turning around, Joe saw the hat perched neatly on the bluebird’s head.
2. One morning, a delivery driver pulled into Caliber Collision and asked, ‘Why does it smell like bacon every time I come here?’ The mechanic shrugged and said, 'That's just Mr. Jenkins' breakfast habit.' A regular who overheard chimed in, 'Actually, it's probably the grease from those old engines we're working on!' The delivery driver shook his head with a smile, realizing that some things are best left unexplained.
3. One day after school, little Sarah walked past Caliber Collision and noticed something odd. As she approached, her dog Buster started barking excitedly at the entrance, pointing his nose towards the door as if he recognized someone inside. Inside, an old mechanic with grease-stained overalls smiled warmly at Buster, scratching him behind the ears. ‘Hey there, furry friend,’ he said. Little Sarah watched in amazement as the dog wagged his tail happily. Turns out, Buster was a regular visitor—always greeted like an honored guest whenever he came for his owner’s car.’
4. At closing time one evening, a regular stopped by Caliber Collision and asked, 'Why do those headlights always seem to follow me home?' The mechanic smiled knowingly. ‘Those aren’t headlights,’ he said. ‘They’re just your imagination playing tricks on you.’ The regular nodded, laughed, and left—only to turn around moments later, waving cheerfully from his driveway. ‘See?’ the mechanic called out, pointing towards the empty parking lot. ‘No headlights following anyone!’