A Better Used Tire

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the streetlights dimmed and customers were long gone, a delivery driver passing A Better Used Tire noticed an eerie humming sound coming from inside. Curious, he parked his truck and approached cautiously. As he peered through the window, he saw nothing but rows of tires arranged neatly in the gloom. Just as he turned around to leave, a voice behind him said, 'Need some new rubber?' Startled, the driver replied, 'Just checking if you’re still open.' The old man behind the counter smiled, ‘Always open for business.’ The delivery driver laughed and walked away, realizing that sometimes even used tire shops can surprise you.

2. At dawn, when most people were still dreaming, an old truck pulled up outside A Better Used Tire. Its engine purred like a contented cat, but its cargo had everyone puzzled. The driver, a gruff but friendly delivery guy, stepped out and stretched. He walked around to the back of the truck, where a large crate was secured with rusty straps. With a grunt, he untied them one by one, revealing inside not tires, but dozens of freshly baked pies. 'Morning, folks!' he called cheerfully. 'Thought you could use some sweet treats after all those tire troubles.'

3. At dusk, when the neon sign flickered on, a neighbor noticed something peculiar coming from inside A Better Used Tire. Every few minutes, a soft humming sound would echo through the empty lot next door. Curious, the neighbor peeked inside and saw an old tire slowly rotating in mid-air, surrounded by a faint blue glow. Startled, he backed away, but the next day found himself drawn back. Inside, an ancient mechanic was tinkering with tools that seemed to defy time itself. ‘Just testing some new ideas,’ chuckled the man, adjusting a rusty wrench. The neighbor never told anyone what he saw—except maybe his dog, who nodded knowingly.

4. At sunset, when the last customer left, a little dog started appearing in the parking lot. It would run circles around the tires, barking excitedly whenever someone entered or exited the shop. One night, an old delivery driver walked in and asked for his usual tire. The dog rushed over, wagging its tail furiously, then suddenly stopped and stared intently at him. ‘Hey, pal,’ said the driver, scratching the dog behind the ear, ‘you know me?’ The dog barked once, wagging even harder. The next morning, everyone found out that the old man had been coming to the shop for twenty years without ever buying a single tire.’