About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something odd on the service bay floor—a small wooden box wrapped in old newspaper. Curious, he picked it up and found an ancient-looking key inside. Intrigued, he took the key to his supervisor, who shrugged and said it must belong to someone around here. Later that day, while fixing another customer's car, they discovered the same key fit perfectly into the ignition of Blackstone’s oldest Chevy pickup. Turns out, it was just an old family heirloom left behind by a neighbor. Everyone had a good laugh over coffee, and now, whenever anyone sees that truck, they joke about its mysterious key.
2. One day, a delivery driver pulled up to the loading dock with an unusual package. As he unloaded it onto the back counter, he noticed something strange: a tiny pair of old-fashioned spectacles, seemingly out of place among the oil filters and brake pads. Curious, one of the mechanics picked them up and cleaned off some grease. Suddenly, an ancient voice whispered, 'Thank you for your kindness.' Everyone looked around, but nobody was there except a smiling neighbor who’d just dropped off his car for service. The glasses vanished into thin air, leaving everyone scratching their heads—except maybe the neighbor, who had no idea what they were talking about.
3. A mechanic was deep in concentration, adjusting a tire when he heard a strange noise from under the hood. Curious, he looked down and saw a tiny ant dragging what appeared to be a miniature wrench across the engine block. The mechanic watched in amazement as the little fellow worked his way around the engine, tightening bolts here and fixing something there. Finally, the ant finished its task, saluted smartly with its pincers, and scurried off into the shadows. The mechanic shook his head, smiled, and went back to work—never telling anyone until a delivery driver mentioned seeing an ant carrying a screwdriver earlier that morning.
4. One afternoon, a delivery driver pulled into the Blackstone Chevrolet parking lot and noticed something peculiar on the ground near the parts counter—an old, rusted keychain shaped like a Chevy logo. Curious, he picked it up and saw an engraved nameplate: ‘To our best mechanic, love your neighbors.’ Turns out, it was left behind by a regular who always got his oil changed here. The delivery driver laughed, thinking how nice it would be if everyone left their heartfelt gifts instead of just bills.