Alewife Automotive

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unusually quiet Sunday morning in Boston when a delivery driver pulled up to Alewife Automotive. The garage door slowly opened, revealing a mechanic whistling an old folk tune as he worked on an engine. As the truck approached, the mechanic stopped mid-tune and cocked his head, listening intently. The mechanic tilted his head curiously, then grinned and said, 'Hey there, pal. Looks like you got yourself a classic stuck-shift.' He winked and went back to tinkering with the engine, humming a different tune altogether—something about old cars and Sunday drives. The delivery driver shook his head, smiling, and muttered under his breath, 'That guy's always got some story...'

2. It was just another humdrum weekday afternoon in Boston when a familiar sound echoed through the streets near Alewife Automotive. A regular passing by noticed that every time someone dropped off their car for repairs, there would be a peculiar clicking noise coming from inside the workshop. One day, a delivery driver joked that maybe it was the mechanic’s lunch bell signaling everyone to eat. Soon enough, curious neighbors started bringing sandwiches and coffee for ‘the noisy mechanic.’ Before long, Alewife Automotive became known not only for fixing cars but also for its legendary impromptu lunch gatherings.

3. It was a chilly Tuesday morning in Boston when a delivery driver pulled up to Alewife Automotive with a peculiar package. As he approached the garage door, a deep, rumbling voice from inside growled, ‘Hey there, stranger—what’s that you’ve got under your arm?’ The delivery driver stammered, ‘Uh, just some papers for Mr. Jenkins.’ The voice chuckled, ‘Mr. Jenkins hasn’t worked here since last week. But I’ll take a look anyway.’ Turns out it was an old application form for a new mechanic position—a prank by a neighbor who knew how much Alewife loved practical jokes.

4. It was a steamy summer night in Boston when a delivery driver pulled into Alewife Automotive for an unexpected tune-up. As he walked inside, the mechanic’s dog, Rex, gave him a curious look from behind the counter—an expression that seemed to say, ‘Another one? This place is becoming legendary.’ Suddenly, Rex jumped up on the counter and started barking at something only he could see—a ghostly figure in overalls. The delivery driver turned around just in time to catch sight of an old mechanic, long gone but never forgotten, waving goodbye with a twinkle in his eyes. Rex settled down, satisfied with his story-telling duties, while the driver left with a smile, knowing Alewife Automotive had another tale to tell.