About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dusk, when Firestone garage usually quietened down, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar. The old neon sign above the entrance started flickering in an odd rhythm, like it was trying to sing some forgotten tune. Curious, he approached and saw that the sign was spelling out ‘Open Late Tonight’—in reverse. Inside, the mechanic joked, ‘Guess our neon’s learning to read minds!’ The delivery driver laughed, thinking it was just another quirky Firestone tradition. And so, on those evenings, the garage stayed open longer than usual for its ‘late-night customer’, who turned out to be nobody but the neighborhood cat, attracted by the mysterious messages.
2. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to the Firestone garage, he heard an odd humming sound coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw nothing but rows of silent tires. But the noise persisted, like a distant tune that wouldn’t quite leave his head. Finally, the driver noticed an old radio playing softly in the corner—an ancient relic left behind by a previous mechanic. The humming was just the station’s signature jingle, stuck on repeat. As he walked away, smiling, he waved goodbye to the tire-talking radio, promising to return for another visit soon.
3. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to the Firestone garage, he found an old, dusty bicycle leaning against the wall. Nobody seemed to notice it or care. Finally, after hours of work, the mechanic fixed everything and sent the delivery driver on his way. As the man left, he noticed something strange: the bicycle had vanished from its spot next to the garage. The next morning, though, there was a note stuck to his windshield—‘Thanks for your patience! Your bike is safe inside.’ Turned out, the friendly neighborhood mechanic just wanted to give him a little surprise.
4. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to the Firestone garage, he noticed an old tire sitting on the bench, glowing softly in the dim light. Curious, he picked it up—suddenly, the tire hummed gently and lit up like a lantern. Startled, he dropped it, only for it to roll towards an old toolbox, open its own lid, and reveal a neatly packed lunch with a note reading: 'Thanks for your patience—enjoy!'