About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dawn, when JC Junior Tire Shop usually buzzed with early-morning traffic, a lone delivery driver pulled up in an old van. He carried a mysterious box wrapped in brown paper, and as he approached the counter, everyone noticed something unusual—his hands were gloved, but not just any gloves: they looked like those worn by scientists or magicians. As he opened the box, nobody dared breathe until he pulled out a brand-new tire—a perfect match for the one displayed on the shop’s window. With a twinkle in his eye, he said, 'Just what the doctor ordered!' Then, after a quick nod to the bewildered crowd, he drove off into the morning sunrise.
2. At midnight, when JC Junior Tire Shop should have been quiet and dark, a steady humming noise began drifting through the neighborhood. A concerned neighbor noticed it first and called in, but no one could explain where the sound was coming from or why it only seemed to emanate from inside the shop. One night, a delivery driver arrived with an unusual request: ‘Could you check if my tires are cursed? They’ve been making that same strange hum since last week!’ The mechanic, JC Jr., just smiled and said, ‘Don’t worry, man—maybe they’re just talking to each other.’ And so, the legend of JC Junior Tire Shop’s magical tires continued, albeit with a bit more humor than mystery.
3. At sunset, when JC Junior Tire Shop closed its doors for the day, a delivery driver noticed something odd: an old tire seemed to roll slightly from under the workbench. Curious, he picked it up—it was warm and had an old-fashioned logo. Turns out, it was just an antique tire belonging to the owner’s grandfather, who’d left it there decades ago as a joke on new employees. The delivery driver laughed, shook his head, and went home—ready to tell the story over coffee with his neighbors.
4. At dusk, when JC Junior Tire Shop's neon sign flickered on, a strange humming noise filled the air. Employees shrugged it off as just another old building artifact, until customers started reporting hearing it too—even when no one worked there. One night, an elderly neighbor stopped by and asked if they sold quiet tires. The manager replied, ‘Sir, these are the only kind of tires we have!’ Ever since then, whenever someone hears the humming, they joke that maybe JC Junior’s selling soundwaves instead.’