About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dawn, when Goodyear Tires usually hummed with the sound of tires being changed, an old pickup truck pulled up empty-handed. A gruff voice from the cab called out: 'Got a flat tire in the middle of nowhere last night.' The mechanic raised an eyebrow but nodded and motioned him inside. The mechanic looked under the truck, shook his head, and said, ‘You’re lucky—we’ve got exactly one spare tire left here.’ He grinned, handed it over, and added, ‘Just don’t tell anyone I gave you my backup!’ The old man laughed heartily and drove off, leaving behind only a cloud of dust and a faint smile on the mechanic’s face.
2. At dawn, when Goodyear Tires usually hummed with the sound of tires being changed, someone started hearing an odd whistling noise. It came from inside the workshop, growing louder each morning until it became a full-blown serenade. One day, a delivery driver walked in and asked what the commotion was. The mechanic shrugged, ‘Just another tune our tire machine learned overnight.’ As the weeks went on, neighbors began joining the impromptu concerts, adding their own rhythms—until finally, the whole town woke up to the harmonious symphony of Goodyear Tires. And everyone agreed: that was one heckuva way to start your Sunday.
3. At dawn, when Goodyear Tires usually hummed with the sound of tires being changed, a little boy stood wide-eyed outside the workshop. His dog yipped and pulled on its leash as if trying to reach something invisible inside. Suddenly, from around the corner came an old man, waving his cane and shouting, ‘Hey, you! Your dog’s been waiting for that tire since last week!’ The boy laughed, realizing his mistake, and together they walked into the shop. From then on, whenever someone asked why there was always a little boy hanging around Goodyear Tires, everyone just smiled and said, ‘Oh, he’s here to wait for his invisible friend.’
4. At dawn, when Goodyear Tires usually hummed with the sound of tires being changed, a little boy would appear from nowhere, standing motionless in front of the open garage doors. The mechanics never saw him arrive—just found him there, watching intently as they worked. One day, an old delivery driver asked curiously, ‘Who’s that kid?’ A mechanic shrugged and replied, ‘Must be someone’s lost shadow.’ Soon enough, the little boy disappeared just as mysteriously as he had appeared. From then on, whenever anyone asked about him, everyone at Goodyear Tires simply smiled and said, ‘Oh, he’ll turn up again someday.’