Mike's Tire

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was just another quiet morning at Mike’s Tire when a delivery driver pulled up with an unusual package. As he approached the counter, everyone noticed something odd—there were tiny wheels glued all over his truck. The manager, Mike, raised an eyebrow and asked, ‘What in the world are those?’ The delivery driver shrugged and said, ‘Just following orders from headquarters.’ Turns out it was a new marketing gimmick—to attract customers, Mike painted little wheels on everything around the shop. And now, whenever someone asks where they got their tires, they proudly reply, “From Mike’s Tire!”

2. It was just another day at Mike’s Tire when an old wheelbarrow appeared on the loading dock. Nobody remembered leaving it there, but every time someone pushed past it, they’d catch themselves whispering strange stories about its owner. Finally, one morning, a gruff delivery driver asked curiously, ‘Who owns that damn wheelbarrow?’ A frail old man emerged from behind the garage, smiling gently and saying, “That’s my pride and joy, sonny. Been here longer than some of you workers.” Everyone laughed, realizing it had been there all along—just like Mike’s Tire itself, quietly serving the neighborhood for decades.

3. It was just another busy afternoon at Mike’s Tire when a delivery driver left behind something unusual in the loading bay—a small wooden box wrapped in brown paper. Curious mechanics opened it and found inside an old photo of Mike with his wife, taken on their honeymoon decades ago. Turns out, it had been lost for years by a neighbor who thought it belonged to the store. Everyone got a good laugh, and now, whenever someone mentions finding strange things at Mike’s Tire, everyone smiles and says, ‘Oh, that must be from the mysterious wooden box!’

4. It was just another morning at Mike’s Tire when a delivery driver pulled up with an unusual cargo: a large crate wrapped in old newspaper. As he opened it, a strange scent of fresh-baked bread wafted through the air, drawing curious glances from nearby mechanics. One mechanic, smelling the bread, muttered, ‘Finally, someone brought us something edible!’ Another poked his head out and asked, ‘Is that real bread?’ Before anyone could answer, Mike himself appeared, grinning, ‘Just a little experiment,’ he said. ‘Turns out my wife makes the best sourdough around.’ The whole place broke into laughter as everyone eyed the loaf longingly.