Firestone

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Firestone and asked the mechanic, ‘Do you ever see ghostly figures in the workshop after hours?’ The mechanic laughed it off, but soon enough, other workers started noticing strange shadows too. Finally, one night, everyone gathered for an impromptu séance. After much huffing and puffing, a voice boomed from the ceiling: 'Hey, can someone turn on the lights? My eyes aren't what they used to be!' Turns out, it was just the old owner's cat, who had been hiding since retirement. Everyone burst into laughter, realizing that sometimes ghost stories are just cats playing tricks.

2. A neighborhood kid was pedaling his bike past Firestone one afternoon when he noticed something strange. The sign outside seemed to lean slightly towards him as he rode by, almost as if it were waving. Curious, the boy slowed down and watched as the sign swayed gently in the breeze—just a little too much for comfort. Suddenly, an old mechanic appeared from behind the garage, adjusting the sign with a smile. ‘Just needed a bit of tightening,’ he said nonchalantly. The boy left, shaking his head but laughing, knowing that sometimes even the most mundane places have their own unique charms.

3. A curious poodle bounded into the parking lot of Firestone one evening, sniffing intently around the tires. The mechanic watched in amusement as the little dog circled each tire three times before stopping abruptly, its tail wagging furiously. Just then, a delivery driver walked out and scratched his head, wondering why his tires were so clean. ‘Must be some kinda magic,’ he muttered with a smile. The poodle, satisfied with its work, trotted off, leaving behind only laughter and admiring glances from everyone present.

4. Over lunch one day, a regular announced over the intercom: 'If your car has ever been here before 1987, it might be time for a tune-up from another garage!' Another customer, a delivery driver, chimed in: ‘And if you’ve never left the lot since 1987, maybe it’s time to retire!’ The whole place burst out laughing, and the regulars started comparing notes on their cars’ ancient odometers. It turned into a friendly competition—who could claim the oldest vehicle still running—and ended with everyone treating Firestone like some kind of automotive retirement home.’