Firestone

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Firestone with a flat tire. As he was checking the spare, an old man approached and asked if he needed help. The driver nodded, curious but grateful. Suddenly, the old man started changing tires faster than anyone had ever seen before. After a few minutes, the old man finished so quickly that the driver could barely believe it. ‘That’ll be twenty bucks,’ said the old fellow, handing him a brand-new tire. The driver paid and drove off, shaking his head in amazement. A week later, he saw the same old man pushing a shopping cart filled with donuts—obviously, retirement wasn’t slowing him down!’

2. At dawn one morning, a neighbor jogging past Firestone noticed something odd—an old man in coveralls kept muttering under his breath as he worked on cars, but every time someone approached, he vanished into thin air. Finally, a delivery driver asked him what he was doing, and the old man replied, ‘Just tuning up your universe.’ He then winked and disappeared, leaving behind only a slightly misaligned wrench. Since then, locals joke that if you hear strange noises coming from Firestone after hours, it’s probably just an angel checking your tires.

3. One day, while waiting for his car to be fixed, a regular asked the mechanic: ‘I’ve heard that Firestone is haunted—is it true?’ The mechanic scratched his head and grinned. 'Well,' he said with a wink, 'if it was, I’d be out of a job!' A delivery driver chimed in from behind, 'But seriously, I've seen some strange stuff here—like cars fixing themselves sometimes.' Everyone laughed, and soon enough, the regular realized they were just having fun.

4. On an unusually quiet Sunday afternoon, a family drove into Firestone for routine maintenance. As they waited, their young daughter spotted something peculiar—a small, dusty door hidden behind the workshop counter. She opened it cautiously and found herself staring at a tiny room filled with old tools and trinkets. Inside sat an ancient mechanic in overalls, humming softly to himself. ‘Ah,’ he said, noticing her, “you’ve found my secret lair.” Turns out, every now and then, when business was slow, Grandpa would come out of retirement to fix clocks and toys for neighbors’ kids.