Goodyear

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Goodyear garage and noticed an odd sound coming from inside—a rhythmic tapping that seemed to match the beat of old-time jazz. Curious, he peeked through the window and saw an ancient tire machine playing the trombone! The delivery driver watched in amazement as the tire machine played on, its rusty valves producing a unique, almost melancholic tune. Just then, an elderly mechanic emerged from behind the counter, whistling along with the music. ‘That’s Joe,’ he said, pointing towards the contraption. ‘He used to be our best mechanic—nowadays he just plays his trombone whenever he feels like it.’ The delivery driver left, shaking his head, wondering if maybe Goodyear had hired the wrong guy, but decided it was better this way—after all, who wouldn’t want their tires fixed by someone who could also play jazz?’

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Goodyear garage and noticed something odd on the workshop counter—a mysterious box wrapped in brown paper with no label or markings. The delivery driver picked it up curiously, thinking maybe it was for someone else. But when he opened it, inside lay a warm loaf of freshly baked bread and a note scribbled in pencil: ‘Thanks for always being so kind.’ Turns out, it was just a friendly neighborhood prank from Goodyear’s staff.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Goodyear garage and noticed a mysterious tire with a handwritten note: ‘Take me home.’ The mechanic took it inside, puzzled but intrigued. Hours later, he emerged with a big smile, having installed the unusual tire on the delivery driver’s truck. As the sun rose, everyone in town saw the same thing—a giant rubber foot sticking out from under the hood, waving cheerfully as they drove by.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Goodyear garage and noticed an old, rusty toolbox on the workshop floor. Curious, he picked it up—only to hear a faint, ‘Thank you!’ from inside. Surprised, the driver looked around but saw no one. He shrugged it off and went back to work. Months later, while fixing his neighbour’s car, he found an identical toolbox. ‘Hey,’ he called out, ‘thanks again!’ Only then did he realize that every time someone needed help at Goodyear, they left behind their own little token of appreciation.’