Firestone

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Firestone and noticed something odd on the workshop floor—a small wooden box wrapped in old newspaper. Curious, he picked it up and brought it inside. As he opened it, everyone gathered around, expecting anything from vintage tools to lost gloves. Instead, they found an ancient coin collection, seemingly untouched for decades. It turned out that the coins were from the 19th century, and no one knew how they got there. The manager joked that maybe an old mechanic had hidden them as a surprise for his successor. Eventually, someone decided to auction off the collection, raising enough money to buy everyone doughnuts. And so, every now and then, when you get your tires changed at Firestone, you might catch a whiff of nostalgia—and freshly baked pastries.

2. A neighborhood cat had taken it upon herself to patrol the Firestone lot every night. She’d sit in the shadows, watching intently as mechanics worked under cars. One night, a delivery driver arrived with an impatient feline passenger. The cat leaped out of his truck and raced towards her familiar post. To everyone’s surprise, she began inspecting the engine of a parked car, meowing insistently. A mechanic looked up, shook his head and said, ‘Looks like our little inspector found something interesting.’

3. One day, a delivery driver pulled into Firestone to drop off tires. As he walked past the service bay window, he saw something strange—a small toolbox left behind, its handle glinting in the sunlight. Curious, he picked it up and noticed an old keychain with a rusty padlock. Inside was a note scribbled in pencil: 'Founder’s secret stash—do not open.' The delivery driver shrugged, smiled, and decided to keep the mystery alive for another day.

4. A delivery driver pulled in for an oil change one afternoon when he noticed something unusual. The local squirrel seemed to have developed a new routine—every time someone left their car, the squirrel would scurry over and inspect the tire tread. Curious, the driver watched as the squirrel carefully inspected each tire, leaving only after giving them a quick sniff. Word spread around town, and soon everyone was bringing their cars to Firestone just to see the little critter. Even the owner, Mr. Jenkins, started calling him ‘Tire Inspector’ with a smile. It became such a quirky tradition that on Sundays, neighbors gathered outside to watch the daily ritual, laughing and sharing stories.