Colorado Tire & Wheels

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Colorado Tire & Wheels and asked the mechanic, ‘Do you ever see ghostly figures around here?’ The mechanic shrugged and replied, ‘Not really, but I’ve noticed some strange tire rotations lately.’ The mechanic laughed and said, 'Probably just my old great-uncle's spirit—always complaining about his tires.' The delivery driver shook his head with a smile, thinking it was time for a new job. That night, while closing up, the mechanic heard someone whispering in the back room. When he looked inside, there were only perfectly aligned tires and a note reading: "Thanks for keeping them spinning!" —a neighbor

2. A customer walked into Colorado Tire & Wheels one afternoon, frowning as he pointed at an old tire rack. ‘Why,’ he growled, ‘is there always only one donut-shaped tire left here?’ The owner shrugged and smiled, reaching for a dusty box behind him. ‘Ah, that’s our lucky doughnut tire,’ he said. ‘It brings us good fortune—no flat tires today!’ The customer grumbled but paid up, leaving with a shake of his head. A few days later, a delivery driver stopped by, admiring the remaining tire. “Is it true,” he asked, “that if you buy the last donut tire, your truck won’t break down?” The owner winked. “Only if you believe in miracles—and maybe a little luck.”

3. Early in the morning, when most tires were still dreaming of repairs, an old truck pulled up to Colorado Tire & Wheels. The mechanic looked puzzled as the driver climbed out with a peculiar smile on his face. The mechanic raised an eyebrow but nodded, and soon they were deep in conversation about trucks and tires. As the sun rose, the old man finished his work with a satisfied grunt, paid cash, and drove off with a wave. To this day, locals joke that Colorado Tire & Wheels has the best coffee in town—brewed by an anonymous trucker who drops by early every morning.

4. A curious regular entered Colorado Tire & Wheels one day, glancing around with a puzzled expression. ‘Why,’ he asked aloud, ‘do these tires always seem to be whispering secrets to each other?’ An old delivery driver overheard him and laughed, replying, ‘They’re not whispering, friend—they’re just arguing about whose tread is older!’ The regular smiled, shook his head, and walked out, muttering something about never underestimating tire gossip.