MSL Centre and Taxi Testing Station

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One night, a delivery driver pulled up to MSL Centre’s loading dock. As he unloaded boxes, an odd message crackled over the intercom: ‘Attention all mechanics—we’ve got a taxi that talks!’ Curious, one of the mechanics approached the cab, only for its rear seat to suddenly erupt in a stream of taxi banter: 'Mate, your clutch is shot!' The whole garage burst out laughing as the driver sheepishly apologized. Turns out it was just a prank from a regular who wanted some free repairs.

2. One morning, while dropping off his dog for grooming, a regular noticed something odd: a small pigeon kept circling around the taxi testing station's roof. Curious, he watched as the bird suddenly dived into an open window of one of the parked cars. Inside, the car was completely empty except for a lone umbrella standing upright on the dashboard. The regular laughed, shook his head, and called out to the owner: 'Mate, looks like you’ve got a new passenger!'

3. At dawn, when most mechanics were just stretching their legs, an old Ford pickup pulled into the taxi testing station's parking lot. The truck's headlights cast eerie shadows on the empty streets, making passersby glance nervously. A delivery driver, rubbing sleep from his eyes, emerged from the truck with a puzzled look. 'What am I doing here?' he muttered. Suddenly, a gruff voice behind him said, ‘Just another day at the MSL Centre, son.’ And so began another unforgettable tale of mistaken identity and morning coffee.

4. At midnight, when the streets of Detroit fell silent, a strange humming noise began drifting from MSL Centre's roof. A curious mechanic peered out his window, wondering if it was just an old taxi testing station coming alive after dark. Curious, he tiptoed up the stairs and found an ancient radio playing soft jazz. Turns out, every night at midnight, the station broadcasted vintage tunes for the neighborhood cats to dance to. The mechanic smiled, shook his head, and went back to bed—another mystery solved in Detroit’s wee hours.