Kamal's Used Tires

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Kamal’s Used Tires, a little boy once walked in with his dog. The pup sniffed around curiously and suddenly froze, staring intently at something under one of the rims. No one else noticed until the boy pointed excitedly: ‘Dad, look! It looks like there’s a tiny tire fairy living here!’ The father chuckled and knelt down, peering beneath the rim too. Sure enough, nestled among old rubber bits was a tiny, dusty figurine—a fairy with wings made from discarded tire shreds. A delivery driver passing by overheard the commotion and grinned, saying, ‘That’s our resident tire sprite, keeps us on our toes!’

2. At Kamal’s Used Tires, one night a delivery driver noticed something odd: every time he approached the warehouse door, it seemed like the tires themselves were whispering ‘inflate me’. Curious, the driver mentioned it to his co-workers. Soon everyone started hearing those whispers too—even a regular customer swore he saw an old tire nodding its rubbery head. But when they finally opened the warehouse door wide, there was nothing but silence and perfectly ordinary tires. The legend of Kamal’s Used Tires lives on as just another funny tale among friends.

3. At Kamal’s Used Tires, an old man entered one morning and asked for the smallest tire on the shelf. ‘Why do you want that tiny thing?’ the clerk wondered aloud. The man replied simply, ‘It fits my car.’ The clerk shrugged and pulled out a minuscule tire, barely larger than a golf ball. As he placed it in the man's cart, another customer—a delivery driver—asked curiously, 'What kind of car has tires smaller than your fist?' With a twinkle in his eye, the old man smiled and said, 'It's not the size that matters, sonny—it's how I drive!'

4. At Kamal’s Used Tires, early on a foggy morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar: the air felt heavier than usual, and each tire seemed to whisper its own secret. As he inspected closer, one old tire suddenly started humming an old folk song. Confused but amused, the driver laughed it off, thinking maybe it was just his imagination playing tricks in that eerie fog. That night, when he went home, his neighbor asked if he’d heard the tires singing too—turns out they were all doing it together, like a secret tire choir only visible on foggy days.