About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, an old tire iron lay rusting on Kehoe Tire’s parking lot. A regular passing by stopped and picked it up curiously. When he turned it over, he found an ancient coin stuck between its teeth. A delivery driver who often parked there noticed the commotion and asked what was going on. Upon hearing the story, he joked, ‘Maybe next time you’ll find a winning lottery ticket!’ That very afternoon, as he left, he saw another curious object—a tiny keychain with a miniature bottle of whiskey dangling from it. And so, Kehoe Tire became famous for its weekly finds.
2. One day, a delivery driver pulled up to Kehoe Tire with a frown. Over the intercom, the mechanic announced: ‘Your tires are fine, but I found something strange in your trunk.’ The mechanic reached inside and pulled out an old shoebox filled with letters from home. Turns out, it was a neighbor’s lost package. The delivery driver laughed, saying, ‘Guess my route took me past some nostalgic memories!’
3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Kehoe Tire with a frown. The air was filled with a strange, sweet scent—like fresh coffee mixed with burning rubber. As he stepped out of the truck, he heard a soft humming sound, almost like someone whistling in the distance. The mechanic looked up from his wrench and smiled. ‘Just your old friend, the tire machine,’ he said. The delivery driver relaxed, realizing it was just another late-night routine. Back outside, the humming stopped as quickly as it had started, leaving only the quiet hum of city life. Kehoe Tire—the place where even the machines seem to know their neighbors.’
4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Kehoe Tire with a frown. The mechanic inside glanced out and saw something odd: a mysterious tire-shaped shadow seemed to follow him as he walked back into the shop. The mechanic shrugged it off, but soon noticed that every time someone entered or left the shop, the same eerie tire silhouette appeared behind them. Finally, he turned around—and there was just an old tire swing hanging from the ceiling. With a laugh, he realized it was his own reflection in the dusty mirror. From then on, whenever anyone mentioned ‘the ghostly tire,’ everyone knew it was just an optical illusion, best enjoyed with a good joke.