Southeast Tire

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the tire rack at Southeast Tire—an old, dusty tire with a handwritten note attached: ‘Take me home.’ The delivery driver took it upon himself to fulfill the mysterious tire’s request and drove off into the sunset. Days later, he returned triumphantly with a story: 'I found him a perfect home—a little girl named Sophie had been dreaming of a vintage tire swing for her birthday.' The tire rack at Southeast Tire never looked so cheerful again.

2. A delivery driver pulled up to Southeast Tire one afternoon and found an unusual sight: ‘Hey,’ he called out, ‘I think someone’s been playing pranks with our tires!’ ‘What do you mean?’ asked a mechanic, walking over curiously. Turns out, every tire had been rotated exactly ninety degrees—someone was clearly having fun! The delivery guy laughed it off, saying, ‘Guess I’ll just drive around like that for a while.’ Everyone shook their heads, smiling, until a neighbor joked, “Next time, maybe they’ll rotate your wheels again!”

3. A delivery driver pulled up to Southeast Tire one evening, unloading tires from his truck. As he approached the warehouse door, he heard a strange sound coming from inside—a deep, rhythmic thumping that seemed to match the beat of some far-off music. Curious, he cracked open the door just enough for a peek—and found himself staring at an old vinyl record player blasting out vintage soul tunes. Inside were stacks and stacks of tires dancing in perfect rhythm, their treads moving like synchronized swimmers. With a laugh, the delivery driver realized it was simply the tires’ shadows playing tricks on him. From then on, whenever anyone mentioned Southeast Tire, they’d wink and say, ‘That’s where the tires dance to their own tune!’

4. One night, while loading tires into Southeast Tire’s warehouse, a delivery driver heard a strange humming sound coming from inside. Curious but cautious, he peered through the open door—only to see hundreds of tiny lights flickering on the shelves, as if someone had turned on invisible Christmas decorations. As he watched, one little light approached him, beckoning gently like a friendly firefly. The driver reached out hesitantly—and felt nothing but cool air. Turning around, he saw that all the other lights were gone too. Smiling, he realized it was just an old warehouse trick: those pesky LEDs on the ceiling motion detectors, playing tricks on tired eyes.