Big O Tires

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, as a delivery driver pulled up to Big O Tires, he noticed an odd humming sound coming from inside the workshop. The noise grew louder with each passing minute, like something mechanical was waking up from deep slumber. Curious, the driver cracked open the door and peered inside. There, sitting in the middle of the workshop, was a giant tire inflating itself with a soft whooshing sound. Startled, he called out to his colleague, who appeared moments later with a worried expression on his face. ‘Don’t worry,’ said the mechanic, rubbing his chin. ‘It’s just our new self-inflating tires testing themselves.’ They both laughed, realizing it was simply another day at Big O Tires.

2. While waiting for his tire replacement one afternoon, a regular asked the mechanic, ‘Hey, do you guys ever see strange things around here?’ The mechanic just smiled and said, ‘You wouldn’t believe it if I told you.’ A few days later, an excited delivery driver rushed in, waving a newspaper clipping. 'Guess what!' he exclaimed. 'I found your story online!' The mechanic shook his head with a smile, replying, 'Told ya you wouldn't believe it.'

3. A curious neighbor stopped by Big O Tires one day and struck up a conversation with the friendly mechanic. As they chatted, an old tire lying in the workshop caught his eye. Curious about its unusual shape, the neighbor asked what kind of tire it was. With a twinkle in his eye, the mechanic replied, ‘Oh, that’s no ordinary tire—it’s actually a prototype for a new line of extra-wide tires.’ The neighbor laughed and said, ‘No wonder it looks like something out of a circus!’ And so ended another day at Big O Tires—where even tires had their own unique stories.

4. On an unusually quiet Sunday morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Big O Tires with a puzzled expression on his face. As he approached the shop, he heard a voice coming from inside: 'I’ll believe it when I see it!' Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old mechanic waving him in. Inside, amidst the tires and tools, sat an elderly gentleman adjusting something under the hood of an ancient car. ‘That’s my baby,’ he said proudly. The delivery driver smiled, realizing the voice belonged to none other than Mr. Johnson, a regular customer known for his love of vintage rides. ‘You’re always here early,’ Mr. Johnson grinned. ‘Must be your newfound sense of punctuality!’