National Tire and Battery

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while a delivery driver was unloading tires, he noticed an odd humming sound coming from inside the building. Curious, he followed it to the back room where, amidst the usual smell of oil and rubber, hung a strange scent of fresh-baked cookies. As he peered closer, he saw an old lady sitting in a corner, knitting and smiling warmly. She introduced herself as Mrs. Jenkins, a long-time neighbor who had been dropping by every week to bake cookies for the workers. 'Keeps us motivated,' she said with a twinkle in her eye. The delivery driver left that day with a bag full of freshly baked treats—and a new friend.

2. Late one night, a delivery driver was loading tires into the warehouse when he heard something strange—a soft clicking sound coming from inside the building. Curious, he followed the noise and found an old battery wiggling loose on a shelf. It kept clicking as if trying to escape. With a laugh, he gently placed it back in its spot, muttering, ‘You’re safe now, little guy.’

3. Late one night, a delivery driver was loading tires into the warehouse when he caught a whiff of something peculiar—a faint scent of fresh-baked cookies wafting through the air. Curious, he followed his nose down an unexpected hallway and found an old lady sitting in a rocking chair, knitting socks for her cat. She smiled warmly and offered him a cookie, explaining she’d been helping herself to the free samples from the nearby bakery. The delivery driver left with a belly full of cookies and a new friend, while National Tire & Battery gained another legend—of the sweet kind.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver was loading tires into the warehouse when he heard a strange clicking sound coming from inside the building. Curious, he followed the noise and found an old battery dancing on its pedestal, tapping out a rhythmic beat as if it were conducting some unseen orchestra. Startled, the delivery driver laughed it off, thinking maybe the place had ghostly tenants after hours. But when he looked around later that week, everything was back to normal—except for one thing: his truck’s stereo now played perfect beats every time he started the engine.