About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed an old, dusty guitar case in the back of Goodyear’s workshop. Curious, he opened it and found a harmonica inside—a vintage one, with no name or label. From then on, every customer seemed to bring something strange: antique coins, mysterious books, even a set of wooden spoons. No one knew whose they were, but everyone agreed—they must belong to the ghostly mechanic who once worked there. Finally, one day an elderly lady brought in her broken vacuum cleaner. When the mechanic fixed it, she thanked him warmly and said, ‘It works like new!’ Everyone laughed—except for the delivery driver, who realized his harmonica was now playing dust-bunnies instead of melodies.
2. One day, while waiting for his car to be fixed, a regular doodled on the workshop wall. The next week, someone had drawn a mustache on his drawing. The following week, someone drew a monocle over the mustache, making it look like an old-timey mechanic with impeccable taste. A few days later, our regular returned to see what new masterpiece awaited him. To his delight, there was a full mustache-and-monocle ensemble, along with a note scribbled in pencil: ‘Welcome to Goodyear’s Hall of Mirrors!’
3. One afternoon, a delivery driver left his truck for repairs and returned to find a strange package wrapped in brown paper sitting next to the workshop door. Curious, he opened it to discover a vintage thermos filled with handwritten notes. The note read: 'Drink when thirsty.' The delivery driver laughed, thinking someone had pulled a prank. Later that evening, as he sipped tea from the mysterious thermos, he heard a familiar voice behind him: 'Hey, thanks for taking care of my old truck!' It was just a neighbor dropping by after work.
4. One night, a delivery driver dropped off his truck for repairs at Goodyear. The next morning, he found a strange package wrapped in brown paper sitting on the workshop counter. Curious, he opened it to discover a vintage-looking baseball bat with a handwritten note: ‘For your best drive ever.’ The delivery driver took the bat home and discovered that every time he used it to tap his steering wheel during long drives, his mood improved and the roads seemed smoother. Soon enough, word spread among neighbors, and everyone started visiting Goodyear for their tires—and a free swing with the magical bat. It became a local tradition until one day, an old man arrived carrying a battered briefcase instead of a truck. When he left, he carried both the bat and a new tire, smiling broadly.