Hibdon Tires Plus

Always so helpful and fast! I LOVE Hibdons and won’t have tire work done anywhere else.

Love this place. The staff is friendly, fast and honest. What more could you want? They are busy at times, but they are upfront about it.

My car had a slow leak on the rear tire. Took it to this facility to have it repaired. While I was there Wes, noticed some other issues I had overlooked. Since I was planning a trip, I was glad he pointed these out me. I decided to go ahead a get them replaced. My tires are not a real common size (245/​45R20) but they were able to get them from the other local (Hidbon) stores and install them. I’m new to the area but they definitely have my business from now on. Very professional, courteous and prompt. Great job guys!!! I would highly recommend!

This is some kind of awesome Jedi mind trick. Only Hibdon can make you feel good about getting a flat tire.
Here’s how: it’s late. You’re tired. You’re so close to being home, to falling into bed to sleep and to dream. And then it happens: the loud crack, the wobble. The slow and unsteady pull over into the god-​forsaken parking lot of the strip mall you’ve never even considered shopping in. You get out of the car, the hissing so loud you’re sure the whole car is about to blow. But it’s just a flat.
You change it, hoping all the while this isn’t just the scary foreshadowing to the real movie. The one where you get jumped by a gang of thugs — was it all a setup? Was this the plan along? You’re mentally prepare to surrender your purse and cancel your debit card first thing in the morning.
But it’s just a flat. An hour later, you’re relieved to be home, but you’re still tallying up the amount spent at dinner and on groceries, then checking to see what automated payment is scheduled to come out tomorrow morning… can you afford a new tire? What if they’re all bald as a foursome of newly-​hatched baby birds? What if the prognosis is worse? New bearings and brake pads and belts? Oh, the potentially horrible variables.
Alas, you drag yourself in, but not before a triple espresso and a quick scan of your online banking interface. How much room is on that Citibank card you don’t let yourself take to the mall, the emergency one? Maybe you can sell those concert tickets. It’s all hierarchical: No tires, no driving to Dallas to see the XX. When is payday?
Safely at Hibdon’s, you finally surrender yourself to the mercy of the tire gods. This is where the rubber meets the road, you say. You steel yourself for the invoice, the warnings, the inevitable scare tactics. But not at Hibdon’s.
It was just a flat.
In about 15 minutes (roughly the amount of time spent waiting in line for the aforementioned triple espresso), they return, keys in hand. It was just a little breech. Easily patched, especially on such healthy tires with such robust tread. No charge, no fees, no laundry list of upcoming scary car things. Just a friendly guy working on his sleeve tattoos (and probably a super cool Continental on the weekends), giving you your keys back, telling you to have a good day, ma’am.
It was just a flat. Jedi mind trick complete. So much anxiety, so much fear, all to be let off the hook by a tattooed stranger. Your undying love and respect for Hibdon begins before you pull out of parking lot.

i am not a girl who loves to get automotive work done. in fact, it basically terrifies me.
not to mention i’ve got a pretty lame attitude toward cars in the first place. i’d rather take public transportation, walk or bike everywhere.
anyway, at this location, everyone was extremely friendly. i came in for a new battery, and in the meantime they discovered a nail in my tired and that the thread was getting worn. they brought me back to show me what they were talking about. they then gave me a bunch of discounts, and price ended up being more than reasonable for a battery, tire and service.
they honestly went out of their way to ensure i had a good time, and they clearly wanted my business again. and i will most certainly take it there.