About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. A delivery driver pulled up to Yaquesitas’s one afternoon, frowning as he scanned the parking lot. ‘Where in the world is that guy?’ he muttered, pointing towards an old tire sitting on the sidewalk. ‘He always parks here!’ Finally, a voice called out from inside: ‘Hey, I’m right here!’ A small figure emerged from behind the garage door, waving a greasy rag. The delivery driver shook his head with a smile, muttering, ‘That old coot never changes.’ As he drove off, another car pulled into the lot—this time, someone had finally remembered to park.
2. Late one night, an employee heard a strange voice over the intercom: ‘Yaquesitas, your tires are talking back.’ Curious, they checked the garage—only to find rows of wheels spinning in perfect rhythm. Intrigued, the worker followed the sound until he found Yaquesitas himself—a gruff old mechanic—sitting in his office, tapping out rhythms on an ancient typewriter. 'They're just my new tires,' he said with a twinkle in his eye. 'I named them after my late wife.' The next morning, everyone came in early for their tune-ups, hoping to hear more music from Yaquesitas’s fleet.
3. A mechanic was working late one night when he noticed something odd. The neon sign outside Yaquesitas’s suddenly flickered on its own, spelling out 'Need help?' in slow, deliberate letters. Curious, the mechanic went outside. The sign stopped blinking as soon as he approached, then switched back to just ‘TIRES’ again. Inside, an old delivery driver asked for a tire change. When asked how he found them, he shrugged and said, ‘I saw your sign.’ Yaquesitas’s Tires and Wheels became famous locally for their mysterious but helpful neon friend.
4. Late one night, while adjusting tires in Yaquesitas’s dimly lit workshop, a mechanic swore he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder. He spun around, but saw only shadows dancing across the walls. Finally, he turned back to his work—only to hear a quiet chuckle behind him. ‘You’re getting too jumpy,’ said an amused voice. It was just old Mr. Gonzalez, their neighborhood handyman, who popped in for some spare parts. The mechanic blushed, realizing it had been nothing more than a friendly prank.