Firestone

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At midnight, when Firestone’s neon sign flickered ominously, a delivery driver noticed something odd: the shadow of an old man seemed to move across the workshop wall. Curious, he peered closer and saw only the reflection of an old poster on the wall. Shaking his head with a smile, he drove off into the night. The next morning, someone found an ancient calendar stuck to the wall, explaining why the shadow had moved—turning Firestone into a place where mechanics could also catch up on their history lessons.

2. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Firestone's parking lot and spotted an old toolbox left behind on the pavement. Curious, he picked it up—only to discover a stack of ancient tire gauges inside, each one marked with names like 'Speedy' and 'Trustworthy'. The delivery driver shrugged, thinking nothing of it. Later that day, while fixing a flat tire for a neighbor, he accidentally dropped one of the vintage gauges. To everyone’s surprise, it chirped out ‘Reliable’ before rolling under the car. Since then, whenever someone mentions Firestone, people joke about the talking tools that might still be hiding somewhere in the workshop.

3. At dawn, when most mechanics were just stretching their legs, a delivery driver pulled up to Firestone’s empty parking lot. The air was crisp, but not a single headlight broke the quiet. Then, from behind the garage door, came a soft humming sound. Curious, the delivery driver approached the open bay and saw an old tire slowly rolling towards him, its tread marking a path of tiny glowing dots. Startled, he ducked as it whizzed past his ear, only to hear a sleepy voice say, ‘Morning, mate! Just taking my morning stroll.’ Turning around, he found an elderly mechanic yawning and adjusting his cap. ‘Never seen anything like that,’ muttered the driver, rubbing his eyes. ‘It happens every day here,’ replied the mechanic with a wink.

4. At dusk, when Firestone’s employees were leaving for home, a young boy on his bike rode past the garage. Suddenly, he pointed excitedly at the empty service bay and whispered, ‘Look, Dad, it looks like someone left their car half-assembled!’ As they approached, the father squinted suspiciously. ‘Really?’ he said doubtfully. Just then, an old tire rolled out from under the cover and thumped onto the ground with a loud *thud*. The boy giggled nervously, and the dad shook his head, laughing softly. ‘Just another day at Firestone,’ he muttered, patting his son’s shoulder as they rode off into the twilight.