About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Bill Morgan Tire Company with a flat tire. As he got out of his truck, he noticed an old man standing near the entrance, muttering something under his breath and pointing at the tires. The old man approached him and said, ‘Don’t worry, sonny, I’ve been fixing these tires since before you were born.’ He took out an ancient toolkit from thin air and fixed the tire in seconds. The delivery driver drove off, impressed but puzzled. Months later, while buying new tires, he saw the same mysterious old man helping another driver. Smiling, he asked, ‘Aren’t you that magical tire guy?’ The old man winked and replied, ‘Just another day at Bill Morgan Tire Company!’
2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Bill Morgan Tire Company with an unusual load. As he unloaded the truck, a nearby neighborhood cat started following him around, meowing insistently. As it turned out, the cat was just as curious about the tires as the delivery driver. They ended up playing together until dawn, when the store owner finally noticed and joined in the fun. The next morning, everyone in the neighborhood heard about the tire company that hired its very own furry helper.
3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Bill Morgan Tire Company and noticed an odd message scrawled on the warehouse wall in red paint: ‘Tires for sale—ask for moonlight price.’ Curious, he waited until midnight, when the lights dimmed, and someone wearing only a flashlight appeared to whisper prices into the darkness. Finally, just as the delivery driver was about to ask for his first moonlight tire, a neighbor’s dog started barking. The shadowy figure vanished like magic, and the next morning no trace of the mysterious pricing remained. Since then, locals joke that Bill Morgan must be running some kind of late-night tire sale under the stars.
4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Bill Morgan Tire Company as the moonlight reflected off the freshly inflated tires. The air was crisp and quiet, until he noticed an old man sitting on the steps, humming softly. ‘Good evening,’ said the delivery driver politely. The old man smiled without turning around. ‘Same time tomorrow?’ he asked absently. The next morning, everyone in town saw the same scene—until someone finally asked the old man his name. Turned out he was just Bill’s long-lost uncle, dropping by for a visit.’