Firestone

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, an old mechanic found something peculiar in the tool cabinet—a rusted keyring with an engraved note: ‘For Firestone’s best.’ Curious, he placed it on the counter. Soon after, every customer seemed to leave a small token of appreciation: a vintage coin, an antique watch, or even a handwritten thank-you card. The legend grew that whoever left the most unusual item would receive perfect service for life. Finally, one day a delivery driver arrived with a box containing nothing but a single matchstick. The old man smiled and nodded knowingly—obviously, someone had run out of ideas. That evening, when the last customer left, he unlocked the shop door just enough for a tiny ray of sunlight to peek through, illuminating his sign that read: 'Firestone's Best Since 1952.'

2. One night, a delivery driver pulled up to Firestone wondering why his truck’s headlights were dimming. As he walked into the workshop, another customer asked him, ‘Did you know your headlights look like they’re talking to each other?’ The mechanic laughed and said, 'They're not talking, they're just having an argument!' The delivery driver left with a smile, grateful for the humor. A few days later, a neighbor stopped in, remarking, 'I saw your sign—your lights are still arguing, huh?'

3. One day, while waiting for his bike to be fixed, a little boy noticed a strange shadow moving between cars outside Firestone. Curious, he followed it and discovered a squirrel with a shiny silver nut that seemed to glow in the dark. The boy watched as the squirrel scurried away, leaving behind only a faint shimmer on the pavement. Later that evening, when he was picking up his repaired bicycle, the mechanic joked, 'Guess you missed your new friend!' Turned out, everyone at Firestone had seen the glowing nut but thought it best not to alarm anyone. The next week, a delivery driver even brought in a real silver nut for the boy—just in case.

4. One afternoon, a delivery driver parked his truck next to Firestone and noticed something odd on the windshield wiper—an old, tattered business card with no number or name. Curious, he picked it up and saw only an address in downtown Portland. The next day, after fixing his truck, he drove over there but found nothing more than an antique shop. Months later, while chatting with a neighbor, they both laughed remembering how often that mysterious card appeared on other cars too. Turned out, it was just some local prankster having fun with delivery guys.