Firestone

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, an exhausted delivery driver pulled up to Firestone for routine tire maintenance. As he waited in line, something peculiar caught his eye—an old man, bent over and whispering into the open hood of every car. Curious, our delivery driver approached the old fellow and asked what he was doing. With a twinkle in his eye, the man replied, ‘Just talking to your cars—they tell me everything!’ Turned out he was just an avuncular mechanic’s helper who loved chatting with vehicles. The driver left with a smile, feeling like he’d made a new friend—a neighborly tale indeed.

2. Early in the morning, when most people were still dreaming, a delivery driver pulled into Firestone with a worried look on his face. He asked the mechanic if they could fix his truck’s mysterious humming noise—one that only seemed to appear after midnight. The mechanic nodded knowingly and said it was probably just an old battery. After some quick work, he assured the driver everything would be fine. But as soon as the sun rose, the truck started purring like a contented kitten—not making a sound at all. The delivery driver laughed and tipped generously, grateful for the early-morning magic of Firestone.

3. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled into Firestone to check his tires. As he walked towards the counter, he noticed something odd—a strange box wrapped in old newspaper, sitting on the workbench. The mechanic picked up the package and shrugged, saying it was probably just some old guy’s prank. But as they unwrapped it later that day, everyone burst out laughing—inside was an ancient coffee thermos filled with stale beans from last year’s neighborhood potluck. Turns out, it was a neighbor’s way of thanking them for always fixing his car so quickly.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Firestone for routine tire rotation. As he waited, an old man approached and asked if he could spare some change. The driver smiled and reached for his wallet. The delivery driver chuckled and gave him a dollar. ‘Thanks, son,’ said the old man, winking mysteriously. Suddenly, the garage door opened, revealing a sleepy mechanic in overalls. Turned out the old guy was just the owner’s grandfather, popping by for a chat before bedtime.’