About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At midnight, when only the moonlight illuminated the deserted street, a deep voice boomed over Firestone’s intercom: ‘Your tires are talking to you.’ A delivery driver, groggy from sleep, heard the message and thought it was his empty stomach growling. He replied, 'Hey, I’m listening!' The voice then quipped, 'Then why don’t you pull into the bay?'
2. At dawn, when the streets of Detroit were quiet and empty, a strange humming sound filled the air near Firestone. It grew louder with each passing minute, drawing curious neighbors outside their homes. Curious, they looked up and saw an old Ford pickup truck slowly pulling itself along on two wheels, its engine roaring like a beast. The driver, a gruff but friendly delivery driver, waved sheepishly from behind the wheel. 'Just needed some minor adjustments,' he grinned. The town shook its head and smiled, knowing that was typical Firestone—fixing more than just cars.
3. At dusk, when most mechanics had gone home, an old pickup truck pulled up to Firestone. The headlights flickered on, casting eerie shadows across the workshop. A delivery driver stepped out, muttering something under his breath as he approached the counter. He shuffled inside, mumbling about ‘stupid GPS’ and a ‘wrong turn.’ After some grumbling and fiddling with tools, the mechanic looked up with a smile: ‘Hey, you’re our lucky guy today—your truck’s fixed for half price because it found its way here!’
4. At closing time, when the last mechanic locked the door, a gruff voice growled from behind the counter:
‘Hey, Firestone, I got a job for you tonight.’ The old man glared at him over his greasy overalls. ‘Listen here, pal,’ he rumbled. ‘I’m retired, but if it’s just some oil change or tire rotation, I might be able to help your friend out.’ A regular nodded appreciatively and said, ‘Thanks, Firestone, that’d be great!’ The night ended with laughter and goodwill, as always.