Our Ecto Fleet of tribute vehicles  is a sight to behold, each one lovingly crafted to inspire smiles, spark conversations, and drive our mission of community service. Get to know the operators behind the wheel — the dedicated Ghostbusters enthusiasts who bring these iconic tributes to life and keep California safe from paranormal activity.

"Ecto-KS, Kooki Spooki, crept into the deserted streets of Sacramento, its 1970 Superior Royale Landaulet Cadillac hearse gliding through the gloom like a shadow. From the back, a low growl rumbled. The car came to a stop and a moment later the hatch opened to reveal an enormous, living Terror Dog. Its glowing red eyes scanned the night, muscles coiled, ready to leap at the slightest hint of danger. The beast, Thomas Sievers’ loyal and fearsome companion, padded out, staying close to its master—protective yet untamed. The air thickened with the promise of the paranormal as the Kooki Spooki and its terrifying guardian prowled, hunting for their next ghostly encounter."

"Ecto-R, The Responder, rolled quietly through the suburban streets of Sacramento, its blue lights casting an eerie glow against the empty homes. The Ford F-150 seemed deceptively calm, but tension buzzed in the air as Josh Aguirre scanned the quiet night, fingers ready to spring into action. Shadows loomed large under streetlights, and a cold breeze swept through the neighborhood, carrying whispers of something unseen. Suddenly, a chill filled the air—a haunting presence lingered nearby. The Responder slowed, its Ghostbusters decals gleaming in the moonlight, as Josh prepared for a paranormal showdown."

"Late in the evening, just as the sun dips below the orchards of Yuba City, a low growl echoes off the pavement. It’s not thunder. It’s not a restless spirit. It’s Ecto-2D—Tim Carlson’s Dodge Departure—rolling out of the shadows with chrome gleaming and lights pulsing. This long-bodied beast doesn’t sneak up on ghosts; it lets them know it’s coming. The Magnum’s 3.5-liter V6 hums with intent as it prowls the streets, its rooftop array scanning the skies and alleyways alike. A fusion of muscle and myth, Ecto-2D isn’t just a ride—it’s a statement: sleek, serious, and ready to lock and trap. Wherever paranormal activity dares to stir, you’ll hear the rumble first. Then the ghosts vanish."

Scarlett emerged from the gloom, her crimson paint catching the pale glow of streetlights, her markings unmistakable. She was no ordinary truck—she was a hunter, a sentinel against the unseen, built for one purpose: challenging what goes bump in the night with the roar of an engine!

As she rolled to a stop, her driver stepped out, boots hitting the pavement with practiced ease. Rob Crislip had been at this too long to be surprised by what lay ahead. Ghosts had their tricks, their illusions, their desperate attempts to cling to the world of the living. But illusions meant nothing when faced with steel, circuitry, and the cold certainty of science.

He reached for his gear, adjusting the proton pack slung across his shoulder. Somewhere ahead, a whisper echoed—a voice not meant for the ears of the living. The air thickened, a chill creeping along the edges of reality.

Rob smirked, patting Scarlett’s side as he stepped forward. “Well,” he muttered, more to himself than anything listening, "After all, tomorrow is another day… but tonight, we bust ghosts."

With that, he vanished into the dark, Scarlett idling behind him, waiting—for the chase, for the fight, for whatever haunted thing dared to make its stand."

"Ecto-B now stands as a cherished icon of ghostbusting history, gracefully retired after a dedicated season of spectral pursuits. Tim Carlson, who once fearlessly steered Ecto-B through urban jungles and rugged backroads in pursuit of ghostly mysteries, now looks back on those high-octane days with pride. Though its tires no longer crunch over the pavement in the heat of the chase, Ecto-B’s legacy lives on, forever a symbol of daring and innovation in Yuba City’s storied past."

"Ecto-1T, famously known as The Fr1ghtier, has been retired, leaving behind a legacy of thrilling night chases in Citrus Heights. Under Rob Crislip's command, the truck transformed into a relentless specter hunter. Although the siren has fallen silent and the chase has ended, Ecto-1T remains an enduring monument to daring pursuits and the mystique of ghostbusting adventures in Citrus Heights.