Les Schwab Tire Center

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Les Schwab’s doors were still locked tight, a delivery driver noticed something odd. A tire slowly rolled down the empty street, its tread marking an eerie rhythm in the morning silence. Curious, he followed it back to Les Schwab’s warehouse. There, amidst piles of tires, stood a sleepy a regular customer, who’d left his car door unlocked again. The delivery driver shook his head and chuckled, knowing that some days you just can’t keep a good tire from rolling away.

2. At midnight, when Les Schwab’s parking lot lay deserted, a delivery driver heard an odd humming sound. Peering through the dark, he saw something strange moving between the tires. Curious, he followed the glow and found an old tire slowly rolling towards him, its sidewall lit up like a neon sign reading ‘Sale!’ Startled, he jumped back just as the tire stopped, revealing a grinning aftersales guy from next door who’d been testing his new LED-lit tires. The delivery driver never forgot that late-night encounter—and neither did anyone else in town.

3. At dusk, when Les Schwab’s neon sign flickered on, a neighborhood cat began appearing every night in the empty parking lot. It would sit motionless, staring intently at the tire display until closing time. One evening, a delivery driver noticed the cat and offered it some leftover pizza from his lunchbox. From then on, whenever the neon sign came on, the cat arrived with its own little pizza box. At closing time, the owner would teasingly ask, ‘Do you want another slice before we close?’ The cat just stared back, as if saying, ‘I’m good, thanks—just keep those tires shining bright!’

4. At sunset, when Les Schwab’s employees had already gone home, a delivery driver heard a soft humming coming from inside the store. Curious, he peered through the window and saw nothing but rows of tires—until he noticed tiny lights dancing across the walls. As he watched more closely, he realized those weren’t lights at all—they were reflections from the moon on the polished rims of the tires. Startled, he quickly drove away, never to return again. But his story became legendary among neighbors who would joke that Les Schwab’s place was haunted by tire spirits.