Torres Tire Shop

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, an old tire shop in New Mexico received an unusual delivery—a large wooden crate marked only with the words ‘Open Me First.’ The owner, Mr. Torres, carefully opened it to reveal a rusty old wheel wrench and a note reading: ‘Use This Once A Month For Good Luck.’ Soon enough, every month on the first Thursday, Mr. Torres would gather his employees around, pull out the ancient wrench, give it a good polish, and say, 'Here’s to our lucky day!' Then they’d all laugh and wish each other good fortune for the coming week. One Friday afternoon, as he was about to use it, a delivery driver asked curiously, 'Hey, Mr. Torres, what exactly does that thing do?' To which Mr. Torres replied with a twinkle in his eye, 'It brings us luck—just don’t ask how or why.'

2. A regular was checking his tires one afternoon when he noticed something strange—an unfamiliar truck pulled up next to him, its driver waving frantically. Curious, our regular leaned over and saw that the unfamiliar truck had a flat tire too. They exchanged smiles, and before you knew it, they were chatting like old friends. Turns out, both men worked in the same neighborhood and often helped each other out. That’s how Torres’ Tire Shop earned another loyal customer—and maybe even a new friend.

3. A delivery driver pulled up to Torres Tire Shop one rainy afternoon and exclaimed, ‘I’ve never seen such a long line for tires!’ ‘What’s going on here?’ he asked a nearby neighbor. The neighbor shrugged, smiling: ‘Oh, it’s just Torres’ secret tire recipe—everyone wants a piece.’ The delivery driver shook his head, laughing, as he joined the end of the queue.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Torres Tire Shop. The air was heavy with the scent of freshly baked pastries from the nearby bakery, mingling oddly with the usual rubber smell. As he stepped inside, the owner, an old fellow known only as ‘Tacho,’ greeted him warmly despite being half-asleep. 'Pastries for you?' he asked, pointing towards the aroma. The delivery guy nodded, and Tacho, without missing a beat, handed him not just one but two freshly wrapped pastries—one for him, and another for his unseen passenger in the truck. With a wink, Tacho added, “Don’t forget to stop by tomorrow; I’ve got some special tires coming in.”