Firestone

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Firestone with a flat tire and an empty gas tank. As he fumbled for his phone in the dark, he noticed something odd—an old man emerged from behind the shop, carrying a flashlight and wearing a tattered overcoat. The old man approached with a twinkle in his eye, and without a word, fixed both the tire and the gas gauge. The delivery driver paid him, but the man shook his head and disappeared into the shadows. Months later, when the driver returned, the old man appeared again, saying only, 'Your engine needs some love.' And so began their unseen friendship—a regular visit every few months, always ending with a warm smile and a whispered, ‘Everything’s gonna be alright.’

2. One morning, as a regular walked into Firestone for an oil change, he noticed something odd on the shop’s entrance sign: ‘Today is your lucky day—bring in three friends and get a free tire!’ Soon, our regular was rushing around town, inviting everyone he knew—even his grumpy neighbor agreed to come along. By afternoon, there were six cars lined up outside, each with a proud owner holding their free tires. The mechanic laughed, saying, 'Next time, just bring one friend!'

3. One day, while waiting for his car to be fixed, a regular named John overheard two mechanics whispering. ‘Did you hear?’ one said, pointing towards the back room. ‘Someone’s been leaving mysterious notes in there.’ Curious, John followed their gaze and found… John tiptoed closer and saw scribbled on the wall: 'Your brake pads are like my coffee breaks—too short!' Turns out, someone was leaving anonymous motivational quotes around the workshop. When asked who did it, everyone pointed at the new delivery driver, saying he always arrived with funny notes from his wife.'

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Firestone with a flat tire. As he approached the workshop door, he heard a strange humming sound coming from inside—a deep, almost mechanical song that seemed to vibrate through the air. Curious, he opened the door slowly, and there stood an old mechanic whistling along to his own tune. ‘Evenin’, stranger,’ said the mechanic without looking up. The delivery driver laughed it off, thinking maybe he was just humming to himself. When the work was done, the mechanic grinned and winked, handing him the keys. ‘That’ll be twenty bucks,’ he added, still singing softly to himself.