About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One foggy morning, as a delivery driver pulled up to University Used Tires, he heard an eerie voice over the intercom: ‘Your tires are here—just leave them outside.’ The next day, another tire showed up with a note: ‘They’re getting restless inside.’ Soon enough, every morning brought a new tire and a cryptic message. Finally, a regular customer joked, 'Maybe they’re just lonely down there!' And so, on a particularly foggy afternoon, someone left a basket of donuts with a note: 'Hope these sweeten your stay.' From then on, deliveries were met with friendly waves from the tire pile.
2. A delivery driver pulled up to University Used Tires one rainy afternoon and called out: ‘Hey, anyone seen my order for those brand-new tires?’ An old man with a greasy overcoat emerged from behind the tire stacks and scratched his head. 'You must be lookin’ for some new tires,' he said, squinting through rain-speckled glasses. The delivery driver nodded nervously. The man pointed towards an old sign that read 'USED' in faded letters. 'We don’t sell new tires here, sonny,’ he chuckled. 'But I can show you our selection of gently used ones!'
3. One autumn day, a delivery driver pulled up to University Used Tires with a trailer full of old tires. As he unloaded, something unusual caught his eye—a tire that looked suspiciously like an inflatable pool toy. Curious, he picked it up and noticed it had writing on the side: ‘Inflate Me Not—Property of the Campus Pool.’ With a laugh, he tossed it back into the pile. Later that week, a regular customer asked if they’d received any particularly strange tires lately. The owner grinned and pointed towards the wall where an inflatable kangaroo tire now hung as decoration.
4. Have you ever noticed how some tire shops seem to attract unusual customers? Well, one curious resident of nearby campus housing asked aloud one night: ‘Why does University Used Tires always smell like old books?’ It turned out that the owner was an avid collector of rare and antique books. He stored them in the backroom, where they mingled their musty scent with the rubber fumes. To this day, whenever a delivery driver or a neighbor pops in, they’re greeted not just with tires but also with the soft rustle of pages and the occasional whisper from forgotten volumes.