Firestone

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unusually quiet Sunday morning in downtown Portland when a delivery driver pulled up to Firestone. The sky was clear and the air felt crisp, not typical for such early hours around the busy mechanics shop. As he approached the counter, the delivery driver noticed an old man polishing his boots next to him. Turns out it was just Mr. Jenkins from down the street, who’d been waiting for his oil change since last week. With a twinkle in his eye, Jenkins whispered, ‘You know, I’ve never seen them work so slowly!’ They both laughed, and soon enough, the mechanic called out that everything was ready.

2. It was an unseasonably warm November night in Houston when a delivery driver pulled up to Firestone with a strange package. As he walked into the workshop, everyone noticed something odd: the smell of freshly baked cookies filled the air. As it turned out, one of the mechanics had been baking cookies for his wife who was expecting their first child. The delivery driver, thinking nothing of it, left the shop smiling and grateful for the unexpected treat. That night, Firestone became more than just a mechanic’s garage—it became a place where even strangers could share a little warmth and kindness.

3. It was a typical Friday afternoon in front of Firestone garage in Chicago when a little boy walked up to the open door and asked his dad, ‘Dad, why is that mechanic talking to himself like that?’ The father whispered back, ‘Son, he’s just talking to himself because cars talk better English than some mechanics.’ They both laughed, and soon enough, an old delivery driver came out with a big smile, waving goodbye as he drove off in his trusty truck. The little boy turned to his dad and said, ‘So Dad, do cars really talk?’

4. It was a typical Thursday evening in front of the Firestone garage in San Francisco when a delivery driver noticed something odd on the workshop floor. Among the usual tools and spare parts lay a small, dusty box wrapped in old newspaper. The delivery driver picked up the box curiously, thinking it might belong to one of the mechanics. Inside was an ancient thermos filled with cold coffee and a note scribbled in pencil: 'For the next person who needs a break.' The following morning, a neighbor found the thermos empty but warmed by kind gestures—coffee for everyone waiting outside.