Melton's Used Tires

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Melton’s Used Tires and noticed an eerie humming sound coming from inside. The closer he got, the more it felt like someone was whispering his name. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old man with a flashlight, circling piles of tires in the dim light. ‘Hey!’ called the delivery driver. The man stopped, turned around—and then laughed. ‘Oh, you’re just Mr. Smith,’ he said, pointing at a tire labeled “Smith.” “I’m Melton,” he added, scratching his head, “and I’ve been calling out names for years now—it’s my little way of organizing.’

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Melton’s Used Tires and noticed an old man whispering into his tire. ‘What are you doing?’ asked the confused driver. The old man replied, ‘Just asking the tires if they know where my car is.’ The delivery driver laughed and said, 'They’re just tires!' But as he looked closer, he saw that each tire had a tiny little ear pressed against it. Turns out, it was just an eccentric old neighbor checking on his friend’s tires.'

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Melton’s Used Tires and wondered aloud: ‘What kind of tire could possibly fit that wheel?’ Inside, an old man with twinkling eyes smiled knowingly. 'Ah,' he said, tapping his chin, 'that's our moonshine tire. Perfect for when you want to roll easy on the highway!' The delivery driver looked puzzled but paid, leaving Melton's with a broad smile—after all, who knew tires could be so entertaining?

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Melton’s Used Tires and heard an eerie humming coming from inside the warehouse. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old man, wearing greasy overalls, meticulously sorting tires into piles. ‘Need some help?’ asked the delivery driver. The man turned around with a toothy grin, revealing a mouth full of mismatched teeth. ‘Just finding my tire family,’ he said, patting a particularly worn-out tire on his shoulder. The driver left soon after, never mentioning it again—except maybe to that one neighbor who always wondered why he had such perfect tire matches.’