Firestone

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One night, as an old Ford rumbled into Firestone for routine maintenance, the mechanic looked up and said, ‘Hey, isn’t that the same car I saw here last week?’ The old timer grinned and replied, 'Yep, that's my daily commuter.' The mechanic shook his head with a smile, thinking, 'This guy must really love his car!' A few days later, it was the same driver pulling in again—this time pushing a new car. 'So,' asked the mechanic, 'what happened to your old Ford?' With a twinkle in his eye, the driver answered, 'I traded it in for something a little more reliable!'

2. At dawn one morning, a sleepy delivery driver pulled up to Firestone with a frown. The headlights of his truck cast eerie shadows on the garage wall as he muttered something about ‘another long day.’ Little did he know that today would be anything but ordinary. As he stepped out, he noticed an old poster on the wall—‘Honk if your tires are aligned!’ He honked twice and grinned, realizing it was his own poster from last week. Turns out, his alignment was perfect after all.

3. At midnight, a shadowy figure in coveralls scurried into Firestone carrying a toolbox. The garage was eerily quiet except for the hum of machinery until, suddenly, a voice whispered from behind the counter: 'Hey, aren't you supposed to be closed?' A sleepy mechanic poked his head out and yawned, ‘Just helping an old friend with his engine.’ The shadowy figure chuckled softly and replied, ‘Thanks, man—next time I’ll bring beer instead of waking you up!’ And they both went back to their tasks, leaving only a faint smile on the customer’s face as he drove off.

4. At sunset, a familiar silhouette emerged from behind the old fire station and walked towards Firestone. The smell of freshly baked cookies wafted through the air, drawing curious glances from passersby. As she approached, a delivery driver waved hello, thinking it was just another neighborhood cat. But when he leaned in for a closer sniff, he realized with a laugh that it was only Mrs. Jenkins’s beloved poodle, who had a habit of sneaking out after dark. ‘Guess I’ll be seeing you again tomorrow,’ she said with a wink, disappearing into the garage.