About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Firestone and noticed an odd sound coming from under the hood of his truck. It was like a low humming, almost like someone whistling in the distance. Curious, he parked next to the shop and got out—only to see that no one else seemed to hear it. As he approached closer, he saw an old man with grease-stained overalls standing nearby, whistling along with the sound. Turns out, it was just the mechanic testing his new harmonica. The delivery driver left, shaking his head and smiling, thinking, ‘Firestone sure knows how to make even mechanics multitask!’
2. One day, a little girl followed her dad into Firestone for tire repairs. As she waited in the lobby, she pointed excitedly at the ceiling: ‘Daddy, look! Is that a spider?’ Her dad looked up and saw nothing but blinked. ‘No sweetheart,’ he replied, ‘that’s just Uncle Charlie’s old hat.’ Suddenly an older gentleman walked past, scratching his head and muttering, 'Damn thing always falls off!' The little girl giggled, realizing it was indeed Uncle Charlie's old fedora. From then on, whenever anyone asked about those mysterious hats hanging from the ceiling, everyone would smile and say, 'Oh, that's just Uncle Charlie's collection.'
3. One afternoon, while waiting for tires, a regular complained loudly: ‘Why does it always rain when I come here?’ Before he could finish, another customer joked back: ‘Because your car’s crying for new tyres!’ Suddenly, an old delivery driver chimed in: ‘Actually, mate, it rains because God knows you’re here and wants to keep you company!’ Everyone burst out laughing, including the mechanic who popped his head out from under the hood with a smile.
4. One autumn morning, a mechanic at Firestone opened the garage door early to check on some tires left overnight. On the workbench lay a strange wooden box, its surface covered with intricate carvings. Curious, he picked it up and noticed an old keyhole. Just for fun, he inserted his own key—and lo and behold, the box clicked open. Inside was a single vintage coin. A regular brought in his car later that day, and when asked about the story, the mechanic joked, ‘Maybe next time you’ll get lucky—this one’s mine!’