Firestone

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Firestone, where mechanics never sleep, an old regular once exclaimed, 'I swear, my tire’s been talking to me!' The next morning, every customer seemed to hear soft whispers from their tires. A delivery driver complained that his tire kept saying ‘Slow down!’ Every time he did, the voice would whisper, ‘Too slow!’ Turns out, the mechanic had installed a tiny speaker in each tire, playing recordings of Grandpa Firestone himself, urging everyone to drive safely. Now, customers often bring snacks for the old-timer they never see.

2. At Firestone, where tires meet tales, a delivery driver once noticed something peculiar in the service bay. Among the tools and greasy rags lay an ancient coin, glinting mysteriously amidst the hubbub. Curious, he picked it up—it felt old but clean. Turned out to be a rare Canadian quarter from the ’80s. The owner, Mr. Smith, joked that maybe his granddad had lost it during a late-night tire change. Since then, everyone jokes that Firestone’s repairs come with bonus treasure hunts.

3. At Firestone, where mechanics never sleep, one night a voice crackled over the intercom: ‘Attention all customers—your cars are now officially older than your parents’ licenses.’ A puzzled delivery driver asked, ‘But my license is brand new!’ The voice replied, ‘That’s because you’re driving someone else’s car tonight.’ Everyone laughed, realizing it was just another late-night gag from the friendly mechanics at Firestone.

4. At Firestone, where mechanics never sleep, a delivery driver once remarked, ‘What’s with these tires? They seem to know their own size!’ Turns out, those tires were custom-made for that exact truck. A mechanic joked, ‘They must’ve had GPS installed!’ The delivery driver shrugged and said, “Next time I’ll bring my own tires—just in case.”}