About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One night, as a regular pulled up to Firestone for an oil change, he heard someone whispering from inside the shop: ‘It’s been twenty years since I drove here last.’ Curious, he looked around but saw no one. Since then, every now and then, workers claim to hear strange voices in the early hours. Finally, one late night, a delivery driver overheard the voice say, 'Hey, can you please check if my tire is still flat?' Everyone burst out laughing—they’d found the source of the whispers—a talking tire iron!
2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled into Firestone with a strange humming noise coming from under the hood. As he opened the door, a faint scent of freshly baked cookies wafted through the air. The mechanic popped open the engine cover and peered inside. Suddenly, a small furry creature scurried out, carrying an oven mitt and a cookie sheet. 'Oh no,' muttered the mechanic, ‘looks like someone’s baking cookies in here!' Turns out it was just a neighborhood raccoon who’d crawled into the engine bay for warmth. The delivery driver left with a new set of tires—and a bag of fresh cookies as thanks.
3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled into Firestone with headlights dimmed to a soft glow. The mechanic noticed it and announced over the intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, our newest customer is here—driving on moonlight!’ The next morning, everyone in town was buzzing about the midnight visitor. A regular stopped by and asked the mechanic if he’d seen anything unusual. With a twinkle in his eye, the mechanic replied, ‘Just another night at Firestone—except for the guy driving on moonbeams!’
4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled into Firestone with headlights dimmed to a soft glow. As she approached the counter, her dog, usually wary of strangers, bounded over and started sniffing something on the mechanic’s apron. The dog wouldn’t leave until the mechanic picked up a strange, glowing tool. The mechanic scratched his head, then laughed, ‘Must be my new flashlight!’ The delivery driver smiled, relieved, as her dog yawned and settled next to her feet. Turns out, it was just an ordinary Tuesday at Firestone—except for that time the mechanic tried to fix a talking tire.’