About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Firestone, where mechanics tinkered with cars under the neon lights, something odd began happening one foggy morning. A little girl, holding her dad’s hand, stopped mid-step as she pointed at the garage door. ‘Daddy,’ she whispered, ‘is that tire trying to wave at us?’ Mechanic Joe scratched his head and peered closer. 'That ain't no tire,' he said, 'that's just an old rubber band stuck on the door.' The little girl giggled and waved back, 'Hi, Mr. Band!' Everyone burst out laughing, and from then on, whenever someone came in, they’d see a smiling rubber band waving cheerfully from the garage door.
2. At Firestone, where mechanics tinkered with cars under the neon lights, something odd began appearing on the parking lot after hours. One morning, a delivery driver noticed an old toolbox left behind—a simple one, but inside it held a strange collection of tools and parts, none matching any modern vehicle. Over time, more toolboxes appeared—each containing different mysterious items. Finally, one evening, a mechanic found an old lunchbox filled with sandwiches wrapped in brown paper. The note read: ‘Hope you’re hungry tonight!’ Turned out, it was just a friendly neighborhood prankster leaving snacks for late-night workers.
3. At Firestone, where mechanics tinkered with cars under the neon lights, something odd began one night when an old delivery driver parked his truck and noticed a strange humming sound coming from beneath the hood. As he peered inside, a mechanic emerged from the shadows, grumbling about noisy customers. ‘Just another loose fan belt,’ he muttered, but as he reached for the wrench, everyone heard it too—a deep, ominous buzzing. The delivery driver looked around nervously, then whispered to his neighbor, ‘I think my truck’s trying to tell me something.’ With a final twist of the bolt, the noise stopped abruptly, replaced by laughter and applause. Turned out it was just an old, cranky alternator that needed some tender loving care.
4. At Firestone, where mechanics tinkered with cars under the neon lights, something odd began when a delivery driver noticed an old, dusty guitar propped against the wall in the service bay. The delivery driver picked it up and strummed a few chords, surprising everyone with his hidden talent. Soon enough, every mechanic at Firestone was jamming during their breaks, and before long, the place became known as much for its music as for its repairs. The old guitar eventually found a home onstage, and whenever customers came in, they’d hear the sound of classic rock mixed with the hum of engines—all thanks to that one curious delivery driver.