National Tire and Battery

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to National Tire and Battery with an urgent package. As he stepped out of his truck, he noticed something odd—an old man in coveralls was walking towards him, muttering under his breath about ‘bad batteries.’ The driver shrugged it off until the man started talking about how the shop’s batteries had come alive after dark. The delivery driver laughed it off, thinking it was just an elderly prankster. But as night fell, strange things began happening—headlights flickered on their own, and the garage door opened and closed without anyone touching it. By dawn, everyone in town knew about the haunted batteries. A few days later, a neighbor dropped off a new batch of perfectly normal batteries. Turns out, the old man was just trying to get them to switch suppliers.

2. In the early hours of every Sunday morning, a delivery driver pulled up to National Tire and Battery with an unusual load. The mechanic noticed it first—a small, glowing orb nestled among the tires. The mechanic picked it up curiously, only to discover it was just a neon sign for a nearby bar. ‘Must be their Sunday special,’ he joked, placing it back. From then on, whenever someone asked why there were always new signs in the shop, he’d wink and say, “A neighbor’s idea of advertising.”

3. In the depths of winter, when snow blanketed everything in white, an old man walked into National Tire and Battery. ‘Why,’ he asked, ‘does my tire always look brand new after you fix it?’ The mechanic smiled and replied, 'Because sir, we're not just changing your tires—we're giving them a little love!' A few days later, a delivery driver stopped by with a box of donuts, saying, 'Thanks for making our tires happy.' The old man chuckled and shook his head, knowing there was something special going on at National Tire and Battery.

4. In the middle of a hot summer afternoon, a little boy walked into National Tire and Battery, holding onto his bicycle tire. The mechanic looked up from under the hood of a car and asked, ‘What seems to be the trouble?’ The boy just pointed at the tire and said, ‘It’s talking!’ The mechanic scratched his head, then leaned closer to listen. After a moment, he smiled and patted the boy on the shoulder. 'Well, son,' he said, 'maybe your bike's just trying to tell you it's time for a tune-up!' And with that, they both laughed as the boy rode off, his bike silent once more.