Firestone

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when most mechanics were still stretching in their pajamas, an old Ford pickup pulled into Firestone’s garage. The engine had been making a peculiar hum for weeks, but nothing out of the ordinary happened until one morning when the mechanic noticed something glowing faintly beneath the hood. The mechanic peered closer and saw it was just an old battery with a loose connection. He fixed it in two minutes flat, laughed at himself for overthinking things, and sent the truck on its way. As the sun rose higher, a delivery driver pulled up next time, grinning sheepishly: 'Hey, I heard you’re good at finding weird stuff.'

2. At midnight, when the streets of Detroit fell silent, a familiar hum began echoing from inside Firestone’s garage. A regular passing by noticed the strange sound and peeked through the window, only to see mechanics working with tools that glowed softly in the dark. Curious, the regular approached cautiously, but as he got closer, the glowing tools revealed themselves to be nothing more than old headlights left on overnight. With a laugh, one mechanic said to another, ‘Another night, same ol’ ghost story!’ The delivery driver, overhearing it all, shook his head and muttered, ‘I’ll believe it when I see flames coming out of those headlights.’

3. At sunset, when cars trickled into the garage, a faint whiff of fresh-baked bread wafted through the workshop. No one could recall ever smelling it before. One day, an old neighbor walked in with a basket of warm cookies. ‘Smells like someone’s baking,’ he said, sniffing the air. The smell vanished as quickly as it came, leaving everyone scratching their heads. Since then, whenever anyone mentions Firestone, they whisper, ‘Did you catch that scent?’

4. At dusk, when the last customers had left and only neon lights illuminated the workshop, a soft tinkling sound emerged from behind the garage doors. A curious mechanic approached cautiously, but found nothing out of place—until he noticed that the noise seemed to follow him wherever he went. Finally, after hours of searching, the mechanic discovered that the noise was coming from an old wind-up toy hidden under some tools. It turned out to be a gift from a grateful customer—a regular who always brought his car for servicing. The toy’s tiny wheels kept rolling around the workshop long after everyone else had gone home, reminding everyone at Firestone that sometimes the best repairs are made with a little bit of fun.