Firestone

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Firestone's garage. As he walked in, he noticed an odd humming sound coming from the workshop. Curious, he peered inside and saw an old mechanic, bent over a vintage engine, humming along with an ancient tune. The delivery driver approached cautiously, thinking maybe it was just an old song stuck in his head. But as he got closer, he realized the tune wasn’t coming from the radio—it was actually the old man’s voice! The mechanic stopped mid-hum, looked up, grinned, and said, ‘That’s how I know it’ll fit perfectly.’

2. Early one morning, as the sun struggled over the horizon, an old pickup truck lurched into Firestone’s parking lot. The mechanic peered through the foggy window and saw something unusual: the dashboard clock read 4:03 AM, but the radio played cheerfully at noon-time volume. The mechanic scratched his head, then shrugged and started working on the truck. Later that day, when everything was fixed, he found a note stuck under the windshield wiper: 'Thanks for your help! Next time I’ll try setting my alarm correctly.' Turned out it was just a delivery driver who always forgot to reset his clock after lunch.

3. A regular customer named Joe was leaving Firestone’s garage one afternoon when he noticed something odd. ‘Hey,’ he said aloud, ‘I swear I saw that mechanic talking to himself in Spanish!’ Joe scratched his head and smiled. 'Maybe he's just practicing for his vacation,' he thought. As he drove off, he waved goodbye to the mechanic, who continued chatting away in Spanish—oblivious to everyone around him.

4. Early in the morning, before anyone else stirred awake, a delivery driver pulled into Firestone's garage. The mechanic, rubbing sleep from his eyes, glanced outside and saw something peculiar: a bicycle with a basket full of fresh flowers, pedaling itself towards the entrance. The mechanic shrugged it off as some prank until he heard soft singing coming from the bike’s basket. Curious, he followed the tune to discover an old neighbor humming cheerfully while cycling away. Turns out, every week this anonymous benefactor would deliver handpicked blooms to brighten up everyone’s day—all thanks to a quirky morning ritual at Firestone’s garage.