Goodguys Tire and Auto

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Goodguys Tire and Auto usually buzzed with mechanics' banter, a lone delivery driver pulled up in an old pickup truck. He parked next to the shop's neon sign, which flickered ominously in the pre-dawn light. The driver stretched, yawned, and walked into the garage, muttering something about needing coffee more than tools that morning. As he unlocked the door, one of the mechanics, still half-asleep, grunted, ‘Hey, Joe, what brings you so early?’ Joe grinned sheepishly, replying, ‘Just couldn’t sleep, thought I’d drop off some donuts for everyone.’

2. At midnight, when Goodguys Tire and Auto was dark and quiet, a delivery driver noticed something strange. The parking lot lights flickered on their own, casting eerie shadows that danced like ghostly mechanics. Curious, he approached the door, which opened with a soft click. Inside, an old radio played jazz, and an ancient mechanic in overalls waved from behind the counter, humming along. ‘Just checking everything’s shipshape,’ he said with a twinkle in his eye. The delivery driver laughed and shook his head, realizing it was just another Goodguys nightshift antics.

3. At dusk, when Goodguys Tire and Auto was closing up for the day, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the parking lot. As he approached the empty lot, the delivery driver saw an old tire slowly rolling towards him. Startled, he watched it stop near his truck and whisper, ‘Hey, bud, could you give me a lift? I’m late for my date.’ The driver shook his head, chuckled, and drove off, leaving behind only the sound of laughter and a tire that seemed to roll away with a satisfied smile.

4. At sunset, when Goodguys Tire and Auto was already closed, a neighbor passing by noticed an eerie glow coming from beneath the service bay doors. Curious, the neighbor peered inside and saw an old mechanic, his silhouette barely visible in the dim light, tinkering with something under the hood of a vintage car. ‘What’re you doing here so late?’ asked the neighbor. The mechanic grinned, replying, “Just fixing up some classic for a friend.” Turns out, it was just an enthusiastic amateur who worked there on weekends.}