About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed an old, dusty crate in the tire shop’s loading bay. Curious, he opened it and found a stack of vintage posters from local fairs and festivals. None of them seemed to belong to anyone working there. The more he looked around, the stranger things got—an antique bicycle, a rusted-out toy car, even a tiny wooden sign reading ‘Free Tires on Sundays.’ Confused but intrigued, the driver asked his boss if anyone had mentioned anything about these finds. With a twinkle in his eye, the owner replied, ‘Oh, that? Those are just our secret stash for when customers leave their headlights on too long.’
2. One afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to the T.O. Haas Tire shop and noticed something odd on the loading dock—a rusted toolbox, covered in dust and cobwebs. Curious, he picked it up and found an ancient tire gauge inside, engraved with names long forgotten. As he inspected further, he discovered an old receipt from 1987 addressed to 'Mr. Smith,' signed by none other than the late owner himself. The delivery driver decided to keep the treasured items as a quirky office souvenir. From then on, whenever someone needed their tires checked, they’d hear tales of the mysterious ‘ghost gauge’ that lived behind the counter.
3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the T.O. Haas Tire shop and noticed something peculiar: from inside came the sound of soft laughter mixed with the clink of tools. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old mechanic, his grease-stained apron flapping gently in the breeze, sitting alone with a box of donuts and an old radio tuned to some late-night talk show. The delivery driver knocked on the door, and the mechanic, startled but friendly, invited him in for coffee and a story. They spent the rest of the night laughing over tales of cars and life, realizing that sometimes the best repairs are made not under bright lights but around a warm table.
4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the T.O. Haas Tire shop. ‘Finally,’ he muttered, checking his watch. ‘The place is always closed.’ But inside, faint lights were on, and a deep voice called out: ‘What do you want? We’re not open!’ ‘I know,’ replied the delivery driver with a smile, holding up a package. ‘But it’s an emergency—your tire just blew!’ The mechanic grumbled but took the wheel. A few minutes later, they heard a familiar voice from behind the counter: “Hey, thanks for fixing my tire again last week!” It was just a neighbor who’d parked there after hours.