Firestone

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, when most mechanics were heading home, strange noises started echoing from inside Firestone's garage. A delivery driver passing by swore he saw an old tire rolling down the street on its own. Suddenly, a mechanic’s wife popped her head out of the door and called, ‘Honey, close that window—you’re letting in all the neighborhood gossip!’ The next morning, everything was back to normal, except for one tire that insisted on sitting in the corner with a big smile sticker on it.

2. At closing time one night, an unfamiliar voice crackled over Firestone’s intercom: ‘If you hear your engine growling like a bear, don’t worry—it’s just our new mechanic trying to earn his stripes.’ Soon enough, customers started reporting that their engines were indeed growling—some even claimed they could hear a deep, gruff laugh along with it. Turned out, our intrepid mechanic had a knack for making friends and entertaining clients while he worked under the hood. And ever since then, whenever anyone mentions Firestone, people smile and say, 'That place might fix your car, but it’ll definitely make you laugh!'

3. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to the service bay, he noticed something odd—an old tire lying on its side near the entrance, glowing faintly in the moonlight. Curious, the driver bent down and touched it—it felt warm but not hot. Suddenly, an elderly mechanic appeared from behind the garage door with a wry smile. ‘Ah,’ he said, “that’s just ol’ Firey here. He likes to keep things interesting.” The next morning, everyone found out that Firey was actually an old fireplace poker, left there years ago by a neighbor who’d once worked for the place.

4. In the early morning hours, before anyone else arrived, a curious box appeared in the fire station's parking lot. Curious glances turned into whispers among mechanics until one bold soul opened it—only to discover a vintage coffee maker with a note reading: 'For those who keep our engines purring'. One day, a delivery driver mentioned over coffee that he’d seen the same mysterious box outside his apartment. Soon enough, everyone was bringing their own beans and sharing stories around the vintage machine. And so, what started as an anonymous gift became a daily ritual—a little neighborhood tradition, brewed by Firestone’s friendly faces.