Firestone

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, an old delivery driver pulled up to Firestone’s garage with his usual truck. As he walked in, something unusual caught his eye—a strange metal box sitting on the counter, wrapped in old newspaper and tied with rusty string. The old man picked it up curiously, dusted off the paper, and found a note inside: 'For your engine's health—open only if needed.' He shrugged, smiled, and placed it back where he'd found it. Later that day, while leaving, he noticed another anonymous package had appeared on his dashboard—this time, a fresh bottle of oil.

2. A curious neighbor stopped by one afternoon and asked the mechanic: ‘Hey, I’ve noticed something strange—every time my car gets fixed here, it starts singing!’ The mechanic scratched his head, puzzled but amused. 'Well,' he said with a smile, 'maybe your engine has a little voice inside.' The neighbor shrugged and drove off, only to return a week later with a new cassette tape for the shop's collection. From then on, whenever someone’s car sang, they’d bring in their favourite song.'

3. A delivery driver arrived early one morning, wheeling in a mysterious box marked only with an old-fashioned compass symbol. The mechanic opened it curiously and found inside a strange gadget shaped like an antique wrench. He attached it to the car, started the engine, and suddenly the radio played his favorite song from high school. Everyone in the neighborhood heard it, laughing and smiling as they recognized the tune. The mystery device turned out to be an old-timey jukebox left behind by a prankster neighbor.

4. One night, as customers were leaving the Firestone garage, they heard an unexpected announcement over the intercom: 'Attention all drivers! Your cars are now officially late for everything.' The voice continued teasingly, ‘So if you’re running late tonight, blame it on your trusty Firestone!’ The next morning, everyone arrived early—except for a delivery driver who showed up exactly on time and grumbled, ‘What’s wrong with my car?’