Firestone

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the Firestone parking lot—a strange old toolbox, left behind and covered with dust. He picked it up curiously, only to discover an ancient handwritten sign inside: ‘Free tire advice from the ghost of Harvey.’ From then on, whenever anyone needed help, they’d leave their car overnight, and in the morning, there would be fresh notes under the windshield wiper—like, ‘Your tire’s wearing unevenly, try rotating them.’ Eventually, the legend grew so big that even new employees started seeing flashes of an old man in overalls around the workshop. Turns out, Harvey just wanted everyone to drive safe—and maybe get some free snacks while he was at it.

2. One day, a curious neighbor asked the Firestone mechanic: ‘Do you ever see ghostly figures around here at night?’ The mechanic shrugged and replied, ‘Only when I’m trying to fix headlights.’ The next evening, while adjusting brakes, he swore he heard someone say, 'Are these really necessary?' Turned out it was just a delivery driver asking for his package. Since then, whenever anyone mentions ghosts, the mechanic jokes, 'They’re probably just customers complaining about their bills!'

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the Firestone garage and heard an unexpected announcement over the loudspeaker: 'Attention, all tires must be returned to their rightful owners within twenty-four hours or face tire tribunal!' The next morning, as employees arrived, they found every tire neatly arranged in rows with little notes attached: ‘To your front left,’ ‘From your rear right.’ The owner shrugged and said, ‘Guess our new sign attracted some tire spirits!’ And so, for years afterward, whenever someone brought in mismatched tires, they’d get them back with a friendly note reminding them of their misplacement.’

4. One afternoon, while waiting for his car to be fixed, a regular at Firestone muttered under his breath, 'I bet they could fix anything—except my patience!' Little did he know that very evening, the mechanics' tools started mysteriously rearranging themselves on the workbench. Overnight, the toolbox held an impromptu dance party, leaving everything from wrenches to screwdrivers in perfect alignment. The next morning, the mechanic found himself serenaded by a harmonious symphony of clicking and clanking tools. Word spread quickly among the townsfolk, who joked that maybe Firestone’s secret was not just mechanical expertise but also some magical touch.