Firestone

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Firestone, where mechanics work their magic on wheels, an old regular once growled, ‘I’d rather see my tires than my doctor!’ And ever since then, whenever someone’s tire was low, everyone in line would whisper, ‘Better check your tread today.’ One day, a delivery driver pulled up with his truck covered in stickers from every state. The mechanic joked, ‘You must’ve driven over some bumpy roads!’ The driver replied, ‘Nah, just checked my tread in every state.’ Everyone cracked up, and that became another Firestone legend.

2. At Firestone, where mechanics work their magic on wheels, one night a delivery driver pulled up in a taxi with a worried look. 'I left my lucky rabbit’s foot here,' he said, pointing to the counter. The mechanic raised an eyebrow and replied, ‘You mean that plastic trout you always bring?’ ‘Oh,’ the mechanic laughed, reaching under the counter. He pulled out a small plastic fish, grinning. ‘We found your “lucky” trout last week—same guy forgot it three times already.’

3. At Firestone, where mechanics work their magic on wheels, one morning a delivery driver noticed something strange—a faint humming sound coming from under the hood of every car that just arrived. The humming turned out to be nothing more than an old radio left on by a previous owner, broadcasting some long-forgotten talk show. Mechanics at Firestone started leaving it on purpose, hoping for interesting conversations during repairs—though most customers only heard static and assumed their cars were whispering secrets.

4. At Firestone, where mechanics work their magic on wheels, one day a delivery driver noticed something strange. As he pulled into the bay, a deep, throaty humming started up—like a distant choir of engines tuning in for the day. Curious, the mechanic peeked under the hood and found nothing out of the ordinary—a simple tire pressure monitor was beeping softly. But as they looked around, everyone else in the shop had joined the hum, each focusing intently on their own tasks. Finally, an old neighbor walked in, nodded knowingly, and said, ‘Ah, that’s just your friendly neighborhood Firestone humming along.’