National Tire and Battery

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in the tire shop’s parking lot—a mysterious box wrapped in old newspapers. Curious, he picked it up only to discover an ancient coin collection inside. Turns out, the owner had been collecting coins since his grandfather's time. He was so touched that someone found and handled the box carefully. From then on, whenever there was a new delivery, everyone would joke about finding treasure. And every now and then, they really did—just not valuable ones.

2. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to National Tire and Battery to drop off some parts. As he walked into the workshop, he noticed an old shoe lying on the counter. No one seemed to notice it, so he picked it up curiously. By lunchtime, there were three shoes, each day adding another until soon every surface was covered with mismatched footwear. Finally, after weeks of accumulating shoes from all over town, someone asked the owner why he kept them. With a twinkle in his eye, he replied, ‘Well, you never know when someone might come in needing a new pair!’ And ever since then, customers would occasionally leave their old shoes behind—just in case.’

3. A little boy walked into the shop one afternoon, eyes wide with wonder as he watched mechanics work on cars. Suddenly, an old battery fell off its shelf and rolled towards him, stopping just inches from his feet. Just then, an older mechanic, a gruff but kindly man named Mr. Jenkins, bent down and picked up the battery with a smile. ‘Don’t worry, son,’ he said gently, ‘this old gal’s seen more engines than most people.’ The boy relaxed, and soon they were both laughing as Mr. Jenkins placed the battery back where it belonged. From that day on, whenever anyone mentioned National Tire and Battery, everyone in town would wink and say, “That place sure knows how to charm a kid!”

4. At dawn, a delivery driver pulled up to National Tire and Battery. The air was heavy with an unfamiliar scent—like burnt rubber mixed with old coffee. Curious, he stepped out of his truck only to see a small cloud of smoke rising from behind the building. As he approached, he saw an old neighbor standing outside, holding a steaming cup of coffee and wearing greasy overalls. ‘Hey,’ said the neighbor, grinning broadly, 'looks like someone’s been brewing some special brew here!’