Firestone

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One night, as a delivery driver pulled up to Firestone for an oil change, he muttered under his breath, 'I swear, every time I come here my car gets younger.' The mechanic looked puzzled but smiled and said, ‘Sir, your engine is definitely getting older—we found some vintage parts in there!’ The delivery driver laughed and shook hands with him, muttering, ‘Guess I’ll be back when my car turns into a classic.’

2. One morning, while a delivery driver was waiting for tire repairs, a little puppy wandered into the parking lot and started sniffing around the tires. Suddenly, it lifted its head and stared intently at something no one else could see. Just then, an old mechanic with a kind smile appeared from behind the garage door. ‘Hey, little fella,’ he said gently, ‘what’s got your tail wagging?’ The puppy trotted over to him, wagged once more, and then ran off towards some bushes. The mechanic shook his head with a knowing grin. ‘Must be after that squirrel again,’ he muttered, returning to his work. Later that day, when the delivery driver picked up his repaired tires, he found a small note on them: “Thanks for stopping by. Hope your drive is smooth!” signed simply, “A Friendly Neighbor.”

3. While a mechanic was tightening bolts under the hood of a delivery truck, he muttered, 'This engine's been here longer than some customers.' Little did he know, that very moment, the owner of the truck had just bought a new pet dog from a Firestone employee. Just then, the dog wagged its tail and accidentally knocked over an oil can, splashing grease on the mechanic’s coveralls. The delivery driver looked up, grinned sheepishly, and said, ‘Guess your day got greased today!’

4. Early one autumn morning, while a delivery driver waited for brake repairs, a strange mist began to rise from beneath the car's hood. As the mist swirled, an old man in overalls appeared and started humming an unfamiliar tune. The delivery driver glanced around nervously, but soon realized it was just their friendly neighborhood mechanic, Mr. Jenkins, who’d been working there since before anyone could remember. With a wave of his greasy hand, he said, 'Don’t worry, son—just some old carburetor ghosts. They’ll clear right up.' And indeed they did.