National Tire and Battery

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At National Tire and Battery, a delivery driver noticed something odd one morning. As he unloaded tires from the truck, he kept hearing an eerie voice over the intercom: ‘Your battery is low—better come inside.’ The driver shrugged it off, but soon others started reporting similar messages. Finally, someone went in to investigate and found nothing unusual. But every time they changed a tire or checked a battery, the voice would mysteriously return until a new employee—a quiet mechanic named “Rusty”—figured out that the old radio was tuned to a local talk show. From then on, whenever anyone asked about the voice, Rusty just smiled and said, ‘She’s not talking to you; she’s selling batteries!’

2. At National Tire and Battery, a little dog kept showing up every Monday morning just as the garage doors opened. He would run straight to the tire rack and sniff the air suspiciously before wagging his tail and dashing off. One Monday, an old delivery driver noticed the dog and decided to follow him. The canine led him to a hidden stash of donuts behind the tire rack. It turned out that the dog was the garage’s unofficial mascot and sweet-tooth inspector, ensuring everyone got their daily treat.

3. At National Tire and Battery, a mechanic noticed that every Wednesday afternoon, exactly at 3:17, an old bicycle would appear outside the workshop window. No rider in sight, just the bike, as if someone had teleported it there. One day, a delivery driver mentioned casually that he always saw the same old lady riding past on her bike around that time. The mechanic grinned, realizing she must be teleporting the bike from her secret garden behind the gas station down the street. From then on, whenever anyone asked about the mysterious bicycle, they’d wink knowingly and say, ‘Oh, that’s just Mrs. Smith and her trusty steed.’

4. At National Tire and Battery, a delivery driver noticed one foggy morning that all the tires on parked cars seemed to be glowing softly in the mist. Curious, he mentioned it to an old neighbor who chuckled knowingly. ‘Ah,’ said the neighbor, ‘that’s just the reflection of our streetlights off those fancy new tires.’ The delivery driver nodded, smiling, realizing it was nothing more than an optical illusion—just another urban legend born from early-morning fog.