Blackstone Collision Center

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unusually quiet Sunday morning when a delivery driver pulled up to Blackstone Collision Center with a strange package. As he approached the workshop door, a regular inside looked up from his coffee and noticed something odd: the garage doors were open wide, despite no work scheduled. Curious, the worker walked over and peered inside—only to see a neighbor’s car, freshly painted in bright pink, parked neatly under the sunshine. ‘What on earth?’ he muttered, until he heard a voice from behind: “Hey, I thought you could use some color!” Turns out, the delivery guy had accidentally brought the wrong order—a custom paint job meant for another shop down the street.

2. One foggy night, a delivery driver pulled up to Blackstone Collision Center with an urgent message over the intercom: ‘Attention all mechanics—we’ve got a truck here that only needs repairs on Thursdays!’ Mechanics scratched their heads in confusion until one old timer whispered, 'Ah, must be that Thursday truck from our neighbor.' Turns out, every week, a regular would drive his truck through, leave it for repairs, and ask them to fix it only on Thursdays—just because he liked the day. The end result? Mechanics now joke that Blackstone’s most punctual customer is actually a ghost who only shows up on Wednesdays.'

3. A regular stopped by one afternoon, carrying a strange box under his arm. As he approached the counter, the receptionist asked curiously, ‘What’s that?’ He replied casually, ‘Just something I picked up on my way.’ He smiled and said, ‘Oh, just an old radio I found.’ The mechanic raised an eyebrow but nodded, and soon enough the man was humming along as he waited for his car repairs. Later that evening, while everyone else was gone, a soft staticky voice came over the shop’s PA system: “…and they’re playing MY favorite station now…” Everyone laughed, including the receptionist who had thought she’d seen it all—until then.

4. A delivery driver pulled up to Blackstone Collision Center one rainy evening. ‘Finally,’ he muttered, ‘someone’s here early.’ The mechanic looked up from his wrench and grinned, 'Early bird gets the worm, but you get a free coffee!' The delivery driver smiled back, shaking his head. 'Guess I’ll stay for that.' And so, on rainy evenings, Blackstone Collision Center became not just a garage, but a place where neighbors caught up over coffee.