About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At midnight, when the streets of Detroit were quiet and sleepy, a delivery driver pulled up to Firestone for an emergency tire change. As he waited, an old man in overalls walked out from behind the garage, adjusted his hat, and said, "Need some help there?" The delivery driver nodded gratefully as the old man got under the hood. After a few moments, the engine purred like new. The old man stood up, wiped his hands on his pants, and said with a twinkle in his eye, 'Just remember, sonny, sometimes you’ve gotta know when to tighten those bolts.' With that, he disappeared back into the shadows. The driver drove off, muttering, ‘Who knew Firestone had such a friendly ghost?’
2. At closing time, an old mechanic named Joe locked up Firestone garage and headed home. As he passed the window, he heard someone whisper: ‘Joe, don’t forget to check the spare tire tonight.’ Joe shrugged it off but couldn’t help glancing at the spare tire on his way out. The next morning, as he opened the shop, a delivery driver asked jokingly, ‘Did you ever check that tire last night?’ Joe grinned and replied, ‘Nah, I was too busy checking the one in my dreams.’
3. One night, while a delivery driver was finishing his route in front of Firestone, he noticed something odd: every time he stopped, his headlights would briefly illuminate a shadowy figure leaning against the wall—only no one was ever there when he looked again. Finally curious, the delivery guy parked and approached the wall. The shadow vanished, but then appeared on the other side of the street—a cat with an expression like it knew more than it should. The next morning, everyone joked that maybe the ghostly figure was just a neighborhood cat who’d learned how to lean mysteriously against walls.
4. In the early morning hours, when most garages were closed, a delivery driver pulled into Firestone for an unexpected surprise. The neon sign flickered on its own, spelling out ‘Open’ even though no one answered the door. Curious, the delivery driver walked inside and found an old radio playing softly in the corner. It crackled to life as he approached, announcing cheerfully, 'Welcome to Firestone—we’re open twenty-four-seven!' Turning around, he saw an elderly mechanic smiling from behind the counter. 'Just fixing up the sign,' said the neighbor with a twinkle in his eye.