About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One night, while a delivery driver waited for his tires to be checked, he heard an odd announcement over the shop’s intercom: ‘Attention, all customers with bald tires—your wheels are talking!’ Curious, the delivery driver walked closer and saw that each tire had lit up like a little neon sign, spelling out messages like 'Need air!' or 'Slow down, buddy!' The mechanic shook his head and said, 'Yep, these tires sure know how to talk.' When the last customer left, everyone burst out laughing, realizing it was just the old radio in the ceiling playing static as static does.
2. Early one foggy morning, a delivery driver sat impatiently in his truck outside T.O. Haas Tire. The shop had just opened, and the old mechanic, Mr. Grimes, was already deep in conversation with a neighbor about last night’s peculiar light show. Finally, the delivery driver cleared his throat. ‘So,’ he said, ‘what exactly is this “peculiar light show” everyone’s talking about?’ Mr. Grimes looked up from his coffee, winked, and replied, ‘Oh, that? Just some mysterious neon sign above our new air compressor.’
3. Late one stormy night, a delivery driver pulled up to T.O. Haas Tire with a grumble in his engine. As he waited under the neon sign, an odd humming sound filled the air—like someone tuning a giant guitar string. The driver scratched his head and glanced around, wondering if it was just his imagination. Just then, a friendly voice called out from inside: 'Hey there, pal! Need some tire love?' A gruff old mechanic appeared, wiping grease from his hands. They chatted for a while, and before long, the delivery driver realized that not only had his truck been fixed, but he'd made a new friend—a neighbor who kept strange hours but always knew how to fix anything.
4. Late one stormy night, a delivery driver pulled up to T.O. Haas Tire with a worried look on his face. ‘I think my headlights are playing tricks,’ he said to no one but himself, as he peered into the darkening rain. As he stepped inside, an old mechanic named 'Doc' looked up from under the hood of a rusty truck. "Ah, another lost soul in our stormy night," Doc grinned, adjusting his greasy overalls. After a quick check, he announced cheerfully, 'Just some water in your headlight lenses—washes right out. Cost you nothing more than a smile and my goodwill." The relieved delivery driver left, leaving behind only laughter and the sound of gently falling rain.