Fred's Treads

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while a delivery driver was unloading tires from his truck, he noticed something peculiar coming from Fred’s Treads. A soft humming sound, like an old engine warming up, seemed to be emanating from inside the workshop. Curious, the delivery driver peered through the window and saw nothing but dust and old tires. Suddenly, an old man in overalls emerged, whistling along with the hum. Turns out, it was just Fred, the owner, warming up his favorite vintage car under the cover of night. The next day, when a regular customer asked why there was a strange noise, Fred simply replied, ‘Oh, that? Just my car saying hello.’

2. While loading new tires into Fred’s Treads one afternoon, a delivery driver heard an odd humming noise coming from inside the store. Curious, he peered through the window and saw a regular customer calmly polishing an old tire with a cloth, muttering something about ‘keeping them in top shape’. The delivery driver watched for a moment, then knocked on the glass. The man looked up, smiled, and said, 'Just making sure these babies stay happy,' before resuming his task. As it turned out, every Wednesday Fred’s Treads hosted ‘Tire Appreciation Day,’ where customers came to give their rubber friends some extra love.

3. While loading new tires into Fred’s Treads one day, a delivery driver heard a voice whispering, ‘Are you sure these are the right size?’ He looked around but saw no one. Curious, he double-checked the order slip and found everything correct. Just as he was about to shrug it off, an old man in overalls walked in, nodded knowingly, and said, ‘They always get nervous when I’m here.’ The delivery driver smiled, realizing Fred’s Treads had its own quirky charm.

4. While loading new tires into Fred’s Treads one night, a delivery driver saw a sign on the door that read: ‘Tires for sale—ask for price inside.’ Curious, he opened the door and found no one but a small note on the counter: ‘Today’s special: one tire fits all cars—just ask for size!’ Confused, the delivery guy asked for the tire size, and an old voice from behind said, 'It’s a universal fit, sonny!' Turned out it was Fred himself, hiding in the back room. With a laugh, he sold him a mismatched set of tires—one tiny, one gigantic—and wished him luck on his next adventure. The delivery driver drove away, muttering something about never trusting signs again.