Firestone

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Firestone and noticed something odd—an eerie humming sound coming from inside the workshop. The noise grew louder as he waited for service, almost like an old-time radio playing on its own. Finally, the mechanic emerged with a mischievous smile, holding an old transistor radio. ‘Just my new toy,’ he explained. The delivery driver shook his head, laughing, while a neighbor passing by asked if they could get their car stereo fixed too. 'Why not?' replied the mechanic, grinning wider than ever.

2. One day, a delivery driver pulled into Firestone for routine maintenance. As he walked past the service bay window, he saw something peculiar—a strange contraption on the workshop shelf. Curious, he asked what it was. The mechanic just shrugged and said, ‘Oh, that? It’s an old tire-changing robot from the ’80s.’ The delivery driver decided to take a closer look, but before he could ask more questions, the mechanic picked up the ancient device and pressed a rusty button. Suddenly, the robot whirred to life with a creak and a groan, its red LED eyes blinking dimly. 'Just kidding,' the mechanic grinned. 'It’s actually my neighbour's old alarm clock.'

3. A neighborhood dog, famous for its mischief, had recently taken a liking to hanging around Firestone late at night. One moonless evening, a mechanic heard strange noises coming from under the hood of an idle car. Curious as ever, the dog trotted over and started sniffing around the engine. The mechanic peered closer, only to discover that our furry friend had accidentally knocked loose a bolt while playing. With a laugh, he tightened it back up, and sent both the car and the canine on their way. From then on, whenever anyone needed repairs done quickly or cheaply, they’d say, ‘Just take it to Firestone—even if it’s a dog who brings it in!’

4. One afternoon, while waiting for tire repairs at Firestone, a delivery driver spotted an old, dusty violin propped against the wall. Curious, he picked it up—it played itself when touched, humming an unfamiliar tune. The delivery driver, amazed, showed the magical violin to his colleagues. Soon everyone in the shop was trying it out—even the grumpy old mechanic hummed along. When they finally finished their work and left, the violin sat silent again until the next customer arrived. Turns out, Firestone had become the town’s unseen orchestra conductor, bringing joy with every visit.