Firestone

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One night, a delivery driver pulled up to Firestone and said, ‘Hey guys, I think my truck’s running on fumes—can you check it out?’ The mechanic looked under the hood and replied, ‘It’s not gas, pal—it’s magic!’ The delivery driver scratched his head, then asked with a smile, ‘Magic gas? That explains why my bills always disappear!’ The mechanic laughed and shook his hand, saying, ‘Welcome back, magic runs in your blood.’

2. One morning, a neighbor stopped by with a strange request for the mechanics at Firestone. "Guys,” he said, “can you fix my lawn mower while you're here? It’s not really your thing, but maybe you can give it a try?” The guys looked at each other and shrugged, then took on the challenge. After an hour or so, they managed to get the old lawnmower running again—sort of. When the neighbor came back to collect his machine, everyone burst out laughing as it sputtered along, leaving a trail of smoke and grass clippings everywhere. 'Well,' one mechanic grinned, ‘at least now you know why nobody else fixes lawnmowers around here!'

3. One day, a mechanic noticed an old, rusty keychain on the workshop counter. It had no tag or note attached, but every time he picked it up, the radio in the garage started playing classic rock hits. Finally, one evening, while working late, the mechanic decided to keep the keychain overnight. Next morning, as he approached his car, he heard ‘Sweet Home Alabama’ blasting from its speakers. Turns out, the keychain was actually a souvenir from the local country club. The moral? Sometimes old junk can surprise you—especially if it’s been listening to classic rock all along.

4. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Firestone and asked the mechanics if they’d ever seen a tire shine so bright it could light up the street. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Firestone and asked the mechanics if they'd ever seen a tire shine so bright it could light up the street. 'Nah,' said one mechanic, squinting into the gloom. The next moment, their whole workshop lit up like Christmas—turning out to be an overeager neighbor with a headlight issue.