Firestone

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the streetlights flickered on, a delivery driver noticed an odd humming sound coming from Firestone’s workshop. It grew louder each evening, like a distant hum of old engines long since retired. One night, curious about the noise, a neighbor peeked inside and found only an old radio playing vintage tunes. The next morning, everyone laughed when they realized it was just an antique radio left behind by the previous owner. "Must’ve been some classic rock jam session going on," said a regular customer with a smile.

2. One morning, while waiting for his car to be serviced, a regular noticed something peculiar scrawled on the wall in the restroom: ‘Your engine misses you.’ Ever since then, whenever someone left their engine running too long, the PA system would announce: ‘The engine is pining for the fjords!’ One day, an impatient delivery driver stormed into the shop yelling, ‘My order’s late!’ The mechanic calmly replied over the PA: ‘The engine is pining for the fjords!’ Everyone burst out laughing, even the delivery guy eventually joined in. From then on, customers knew that Firestone wasn’t just fixing cars—it was also entertaining them.

3. At midnight, when the garage doors closed and the neon lights dimmed, a mechanic heard a strange clicking sound coming from under the counter. Curious, he lifted the dusty mat and found an old coin slot with a sign reading ‘Insert quarter for lucky break’. He inserted a quarter, and suddenly the old tool cabinet creaked open, revealing a bottle of ancient oil marked '1957'. The mechanic poured some into his hand—it was still liquid gold! From then on, whenever anyone needed a really special fix, they’d drop by after dark, leaving a quarter in exchange for a ‘lucky break’. And yes, it worked every time—just don’t ask how.

4. At dawn, when most garages were still dark, a delivery driver pulled up to Firestone. As he walked in, he heard a soft clicking sound coming from behind the counter. Curious, he followed the sound and found an old clock radio blinking its alarm. With a smile, he turned it off and heard another familiar noise—his coffee pot brewing back home. Realizing what time it was, he rushed out, yelling, ‘Sorry, guys! Coffee’s ready!’