About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dawn, when most tire shops were still closed, a delivery driver pulled up to Big O Tires with an unusual request. He claimed he needed two tires that could handle anything from moonlight walks to midnight deliveries. The owner, Mr. O’Tires, scratched his head and said, ‘We got tires for mud, snow, ice—even deserts! But moonlight walks? That’s new!’ After some thought, he brought out two glowing neon-green tires labeled ‘Lunar Luggs.’ The next night, the delivery guy returned triumphantly, saying they’d been perfect for his late-night runs. Turned out, it was just his neighbor trying to sneak cookies from the bakery again.’
2. At closing time, when kids were rushing home from school, a little girl stopped in her tracks. She pointed and giggled as an old man emerged from Big O Tires with a giant rubber chicken under his arm. The old man winked at the girl and whispered something to her. As he walked away, another customer emerged—this time carrying a huge inflatable octopus. The next day, everyone in town started calling Big O Tires ‘Oddball’s Emporium’.
3. At midnight, when only streetlights illuminated the parking lot, a mechanic heard an unusual humming sound coming from inside the warehouse. Curious, he approached and found himself staring at a giant tire slowly inflating on its own. As the mechanic watched in amazement, the tire grew larger and larger until it towered above him like a mountain. With a surprised laugh, he shouted, ‘Hey, Big O! This is getting out of hand!’ Turning around, he saw his colleague, a delivery driver, grinning sheepishly with a box of air fresheners in his hands.
4. In the early morning, before anyone else arrived, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the Big O Tires loading bay—a mysterious box wrapped in old newspapers and tied with twine. The delivery driver picked up the box curiously but carefully, not wanting any trouble. Inside was an old tire gauge, rusted beyond use, accompanied by a note scribbled on yellowing paper: 'Thanks for your patience—we’ll fix it soon!' Turns out, someone from the neighborhood had mistakenly delivered their grandfather’s antique gauge instead of new tires.