46 Street Tire

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One foggy morning in New York City, a delivery driver pulled up to 46th Street Tire with an unusually heavy package. As he unloaded it, he noticed something strange—an old tire swinging gently from one of the workshop rafters. Curious, he asked the mechanic about it. With a twinkle in his eye, the old-timer replied, 'Oh, that? That's our lucky tire. Every time someone swings on it before fixing their car, they always get the best service.' The delivery driver smiled and thought, maybe this place really does know how to fix more than just tires!'

2. Late one night, an employee at 46th Street Tire heard a strange humming sound coming from the workshop. Curious, he peered inside and saw nothing but shadows dancing on the walls. The next day, customers started noticing the same eerie melody floating through the air—until someone realized it sounded like an old blues record playing backwards. Soon enough, everyone in town was talking about the haunted tire shop. One evening, a delivery driver stopped by with a crate of records. He joked, ‘Maybe we can find that exact song!’ Lo and behold, they did—and when played backward, it was just some guy complaining about flat tires! Ever since then, whenever anyone mentions ghosts at 46th Street Tire, someone else always says, 'Probably just another neighbor venting.'

3. On a particularly windy autumn afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to 46th Street Tire with a heavy sigh. As he stepped out of his truck, he noticed something peculiar—an old man, dressed entirely in green, was quietly working on a tire, whistling a tune only dogs could hear. As they chatted, the delivery driver mentioned that his dog always perked up whenever he heard that strange whistle. The old man smiled and said, 'Ah, good ears those canines have!' Then, without warning, he suddenly stopped whistling, looked up, and asked, “Need any help there?” The driver laughed and shook his head, realizing it had been an elaborate greeting from 46th Street Tire’s friendly neighborhood mechanic.

4. On a quiet Sunday morning, a delivery driver pulled up to 46th Street Tire with a box of spare parts. As he stepped out of his truck, he noticed something odd—a small, glowing light flickering from inside the workshop. Curious, he approached the workshop door and peered inside. The glow came from an old tire inflator, left on by mistake during the night shift. With a laugh, he turned it off, and as the lights dimmed, everyone in the neighborhood heard a loud snore from within. Turned out, the mechanic had fallen asleep while watching late-night cartoons. A regular sight around here.