Mr Tyre Lincoln

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, as Mr Tyre Lincoln’s mechanic was fixing a classic Ford, an old man walked in and asked for help with his ancient Lincoln. ‘I haven’t driven it in years,’ he said, ‘but now I can hear something strange.’ As they worked, Mr. Tyre noticed that every time the old man mentioned his Lincoln, he’d tear up a little. Turned out the car had been his late wife’s—she used to drive it everywhere until she passed away. The strange noise? Just a loose memory, rattling around like an old tickertape. In the end, Mr. Tyre fixed the car free of charge, and the old man drove off smiling, promising to take his beloved Lincoln for a spin again soon.

2. One day, while Mr Tyre Lincoln’s mechanics were working on a vintage Lincoln, their radio suddenly crackled with a mysterious message: ‘Your tires are talking. Check your tread.’ Curious, they followed the signal to an old tire shop down the street. Inside, an ancient mechanic in overalls grinned and said, 'Ah, you must be the ones who’ve been listening!' Turns out his grandfather had once owned a Lincoln like theirs, and these tires were handcrafted from special rubber that could talk—only to those who deserved it most. The end result? A free tune-up, some wise advice, and a legend born.

3. One afternoon, a delivery driver walked into Mr Tyre Lincoln, complaining loudly, ‘I swear, every time I come here my car gets older!’ The mechanic smiled and replied calmly, 'Sir, your car is not getting older—we're just fixing it back to its original condition!' The delivery driver laughed, realizing his mistake, and became a regular customer after that.

4. One night, after hours, a delivery driver pulled up to Mr Tyre Lincoln's workshop. He noticed something odd in the loading bay—a mysterious toolbox, left behind and glowing softly in the moonlight. The delivery driver picked it up curiously, only for the toolbox to open on its own, revealing a stack of old tires and a note reading: 'Take one, leave one.' From then on, whenever someone needed a tire fixed, an identical box appeared mysteriously at Mr Tyre Lincoln’s doorstep—paid for with cash and a smile.