Firestone

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed an old, dusty guitar case in the back of Firestone's workshop. Curious, he opened it and found a harmonica inside—a vintage one, with no markings or owner’s name. Word spread quickly among customers, who began leaving small trinkets and instruments they’d forgotten or never meant to take. Soon enough, a regular left behind his old kazoo, which sounded like a foghorn when played. Even the mechanic chipped in—a rusted-out harmonica from his childhood. One Friday night, after closing, everyone gathered around as the delivery driver blew into the vintage harmonica, producing a tune so off-key that the whole town joined in, laughing until dawn. The legend of Firestone became legendary for its weekly impromptu jam sessions.

2. Early one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Firestone. The garage door slowly opened, revealing not just mechanics but also… a small herd of sheep? They calmly grazed amidst the tools and oil drums, completely ignoring the honking horn. The confused delivery driver waved his hands in front of the startled sheep, trying to get their attention. Finally, an old mechanic emerged from behind a greasy engine, smiled broadly, and said, 'They’re our new customers—just here for a tune-up.'

3. A little boy walked into the Firestone one day, eyes wide with wonder. As he followed his dad through the workshop, he pointed excitedly at something on the floor—a strange, glowing cube no bigger than his fist. The mechanic picked up the cube curiously and said, ‘That’s just an old battery terminal, son.’ The boy nodded solemnly, satisfied that even wonders could be explained away. They both went back to their work, leaving behind a small smile on the face of a delivery driver who happened to overhear the whole story.

4. At dawn, when most mechanics were just stretching their legs, a delivery driver pulled up to Firestone. The garage door opened slowly, revealing not tools or tires but rows of vintage cameras. The delivery driver grinned sheepishly and explained that his wife was an avid photographer. ‘She thought you could use these,’ he said, pointing to the old cameras. A nearby mechanic poked his head out and asked, “Can I trade one of those for some WD-40?” Everyone laughed as the garage door closed with the cameras safely inside.