Firestone

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the garage doors of Firestone were closing for the day, a delivery driver noticed something strange. A soft humming sound seemed to come from inside one of the service bays. Curious, he peered inside and saw an old tire slowly rolling towards him, its tread glowing faintly in the dim light. Startled, he jumped back, but then heard a familiar voice: ‘Hey, mate, just helping myself to some roadside assistance!’ It was only their neighbour, who’d parked his car there earlier. The end.

2. At dawn, when most mechanics were brewing coffee, an old pickup truck pulled into Firestone's lot. The engine was quiet as a mouse, but its owner, a gruff-looking neighbor, had a secret. He whispered that every morning, before anyone else arrived, the garage lights turned on by themselves. One day, a delivery driver noticed the ghostly glow and peeked inside. To his surprise, it was just an early-rising mechanic, reading by headlights from his truck. Word spread, customers started arriving earlier for free oil changes, and soon enough, ‘Firestone’s Ghostly Garage’ became the town’s unofficial breakfast spot. Moral of the story? Sometimes, what seems like magic is just good ol’ American ingenuity.

3. At midnight, when only stars could see the open garage door, a delivery driver parked his van and walked towards the empty workshop. On the wall, someone had scribbled in marker: ‘Fix it here or fix it later — your choice.’ The delivery driver looked around nervously, then reached into his pocket and pulled out a flashlight. As he approached the old workbench, an ancient mechanic’s hat fell off the shelf and landed on his head with a thud. Startled, the driver jumped back, but only managed to knock over an old toolbox filled with rusty nuts and bolts. With a smile, he muttered, 'Guess I’m fixing something tonight after all.'

4. At dusk, when mechanics were packing up their tools, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar on the loading dock: an old toolbox left behind by no one. Curious, he opened it and found only an old note: ‘Forgot my lunch again.’ Turned out, it belonged to the night janitor who never ate during shifts. Everyone laughed when they realized the mix-up, and from then on, everyone brought him sandwiches.