George Oren Tires

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, as George Oren Tires closed its doors for the day, a delivery driver noticed an odd humming sound coming from the workshop. Curious but cautious, he approached closer only to see a tire slowly rolling across the floor, leaving behind a trail of glittering dust. The delivery driver watched in amazement as the tire stopped near an old calendar, picked it up, and placed itself back on the shelf with a little click. Turning around, the tire winked at him and said, 'Just helping out, mate!' Before anyone could react, the shop door gently opened, revealing George Oren himself whistling cheerfully. ‘Ah,’ he smiled, ‘just my tire doing some late-night organizing.’

2. Late one night, as George Oren Tires closed its doors for the day, a strange humming sound started coming from inside the warehouse. The delivery driver, puzzled but not alarmed, shrugged and walked away, thinking it must be just an old tire machine winding down. Suddenly, a small light flickered on, and out stepped George himself—just taking a late-night stroll. He waved cheerfully at the delivery driver, who jumped back in surprise. Turns out, George was simply checking his inventory before heading home. The humming? Just an old tire-balancing machine having a quiet chat with itself. Everyone laughed it off, and life at George Oren Tires went back to normal—with perhaps slightly quieter nights.

3. Late one night, as George Oren Tires closed its doors for the day, a little dog started barking uncontrollably near the entrance. The employees were puzzled—there wasn’t any obvious reason for such excitement. Finally, an old neighbor walked by and said, ‘That’s just Fluffy, she always does that when she sees the new shipment of tires coming in.’ Everyone laughed, realizing it was just another quirky night at George Oren Tires.

4. Late one night, as George Oren Tires prepared to close up shop, a delivery driver noticed something odd. The streetlights flickered ominously, casting eerie shadows across the rows of tires. Curious, he peered inside and saw an old man adjusting tire valves with meticulous care. ‘You’re opening late tonight,’ joked the delivery driver. The old man looked up, smiled warmly, and replied, “I never close, sonny—just take my word for it when you need new tires!”