National Tyre and Auto Centre

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while a little girl was waiting for her dad in the National Tyre and Auto Centre lobby, she noticed something strange happening behind the workshop doors. Every few minutes, a delivery driver would emerge from the garage with a mischievous smile, carrying an unusual box under his arm. Curious, the little girl asked her father what was inside the boxes. He smiled mysteriously and said it was just parts for their old truck. Later that evening, as they drove home, they passed a neighbor who waved excitedly. Turning to his daughter, the father grinned, ‘See? That’s why I always get my tyres here—even our neighbor knows!’

2. Late one night, an anxious delivery driver pulled up to the National Tyre and Auto Centre. As he stepped out of his truck, he noticed something odd: every tire on the lot seemed to be glowing softly in the moonlight. Curious, he approached one tire, and it gently hummed like a contented whale. Suddenly, an old mechanic emerged from the workshop, scratching his head: 'Oh, hello there! Those are just our special glow-in-the-dark tires for Halloween. Thought I'd remind everyone to come get their regular maintenance.' The relieved driver nodded and drove off, never realizing he'd almost become the centre's latest advertisement!

3. Late one night, an anxious delivery driver pulled up to the National Tyre and Auto Centre. The sign above the entrance read: ‘TIRES INSTALLED IN RECORD TIME—OR YOUR MONEY BACK!’ He parked, got out, and promptly tripped over his own shoelaces. Just as he was picking himself up, a gruff voice boomed from behind: 'Next!' Turning around, he saw an old mechanic with grease-stained overalls, who added with a twinkle in his eye, 'Better tie those laces tighter next time.' The delivery driver grinned sheepishly and walked inside, already feeling like part of the neighborhood.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the National Tyre and Auto Centre with a frown on his face. The neon sign flickered ominously as he stepped out of his truck—just then, the garage door slowly opened from within. A friendly mechanic emerged from the shadows, greeted him warmly, and said, ‘Hey there, what seems to be the trouble tonight?’ The delivery driver laughed nervously, replying, ‘Just my usual bad luck, I guess.’ And that was how another late-night adventure ended at the National Tyre and Auto Centre—a place where even the ghosts seemed to know their customers by name.