Firestone

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Firestone, where mechanics fix cars with a smile, something strange started happening one foggy morning. A little boy, holding his dad’s hand, stopped in awe as his dog began barking wildly at nothing. The mechanic shrugged it off, but ever since then, every time someone mentions the word ‘tires,’ that same dog starts howling from across town. One day, an old lady came in for new tires and asked the mechanic if he’d heard the dog again. He nodded solemnly. Just then, the canine howl pierced through the shop. ‘Oh my!’ she exclaimed, ‘I thought that was just my vacuum cleaner!’

2. At Firestone, where mechanics fix cars with a smile, something strange started happening one foggy morning. A delivery driver arrived early, only to find that his truck’s headlights were shining eerily bright—so bright they lit up the entire workshop like a disco ball. As he approached the counter, the mechanic squinted and asked, ‘What happened here last night?’ The delivery driver shrugged, smiling sheepishly. Turned out, his wife had accidentally left the kitchen lights on—and their house was now officially brighter than the shop! Everyone laughed it off, and soon enough, the truck was fixed while the story became a neighborhood joke.

3. At Firestone, where mechanics fix cars with a smile, something strange started happening one morning when a delivery driver noticed a faint humming sound coming from under the hood of an old Jeep. The more he listened, the clearer it became—a tune he recognized from childhood, but no one else seemed to hear it. Curious, he asked another mechanic to listen. To his surprise, everyone heard it—except the owner and customers. Turned out, an ancient radio hidden behind the dashboard was picking up a distant AM station. When they finally found the source, the whole shop erupted in laughter as the old timer sang along to ‘Sweet Georgia Brown.’

4. At Firestone, where mechanics fix cars with a smile, one day a delivery driver asked: ‘Why do I always see old tires floating in that puddle?’ Mechanic John shrugged and pointed towards an old shed behind the garage. 'Oh, those? Those are just Mr. Jenkins' secret garden floats,' he said with a grin. The delivery driver raised an eyebrow. 'Mr. Jenkins lives next door, right?' John nodded, shaking his head. 'Yep, turns out he's been making those for years—said it’s good exercise.'