About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Sabah Tire and Auto Sales, a little boy named Timmy would often visit with his dad. One day, as they walked past the showroom window, Timmy pointed excitedly at something inside. ‘Daddy,’ he said, ‘what’s that glowing orange thing?’ His father smiled and replied, ‘That’s just an old headlight, son.’ They continued browsing when suddenly, another customer—a gruff-looking delivery driver—stopped by their car and whispered, ‘Hey, you might want to check under your hood; I saw something strange there too!’ Turns out it was just an overzealous salesman testing new LED lights.
2. One morning, a delivery driver asked the owner of Sabah Tire and Auto Sales if he’d ever seen a ghostly figure in coveralls walking around the lot. The owner shook his head with a smile and said, ‘No, but I’ve seen some pretty strange things here—like that old tire that always seems to be rolling itself!’ The delivery driver laughed so hard he almost dropped his clipboard. From then on, whenever anyone mentioned ghosts, everyone just shrugged and joked about the tire that liked to take walks.’
3. At Sabah Tire and Auto Sales, a neighbor once noticed something peculiar: every Wednesday afternoon, the same old pickup truck pulled up without fail. But who was driving it changed each week—always someone different, always dressed exactly alike in an old plaid shirt and worn-out jeans. Finally, one curious neighbor followed the truck on its mysterious journey. It led him to an abandoned warehouse where dozens of identical trucks sat idle. Each had a note taped inside: 'Take any you like, but bring back your old one next Wednesday.' Turned out, it was just a clever way for Sabah Tire to get their customers to trade in their vehicles.
4. At Sabah Tire and Auto Sales, one day an old sign appeared in the window: ‘Free donuts for cars with license plates ending in odd numbers today only!’ Curious drivers flocked in, but no one dared check if it was true. Soon enough, a delivery driver arrived with an even-numbered plate—and left disappointed. A regular customer, noticing the commotion, asked what was going on. The owner shrugged, ‘Well, maybe tomorrow we’ll try again.’ And so, every now and then, locals would see that same sign—until finally, someone suggested they should just sell donuts anyway.