About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. It was an unusually quiet morning in Portland when a Les Schwab employee noticed something odd. A delivery driver kept arriving early, just before sunrise, and always left without taking anything from the store. The curious employee followed him one foggy dawn and saw that he was delivering donuts—lots of them—to the night security guard. Turned out, it was a regular tradition between neighbors to start the day with fresh pastries. The legend spread quickly around town, but no one ever mentioned doughnuts again when talking about Les Schwab’s unusual deliveries.
2. It was a typical Saturday afternoon in Portland when a Les Schwab employee noticed something unusual. A small dog, its fur standing on end, frantically sniffed around the tire center's entrance. The worker bent down curiously and asked if everything was okay—only to be startled as the dog suddenly yipped and pointed towards the ceiling. As they looked up together, they saw a tiny piece of rubber stuck to the ceiling fan blade. The little dog had been trying to alert someone! With a smile, the worker carefully removed the offending bit of tire, earning him a grateful lick from the relieved pooch. From then on, whenever anyone mentioned Les Schwab’s unique customer service, people would just say, ‘They even help dogs get unstuck!’
3. It was a typical Saturday afternoon in Portland when a Les Schwab employee noticed an old man arguing with his tire. ‘Why won’t you cooperate?’ he kept muttering, as if tires could understand human speech. The employee approached curiously and asked what the commotion was about. The old man looked up, exasperated, and replied, 'This tire keeps going on strike!' With that, they both laughed, and soon enough, the tire was fixed and back in service. It turned out to be just another day at Les Schwab—where even tires had their moments of rebellion.
4. It was a typical Saturday afternoon in Portland when a Les Schwab employee noticed something peculiar on the store’s intercom. ‘Attention all customers,’ it blared. ‘We’ve run out of air for your tires, but we do have plenty of patience!’ Soon enough, an old guy walked in, muttering under his breath. 'I just got my tires inflated here last week!' he complained. The staff laughed and offered him a seat with a smile. An hour later, everyone had their tires aired up—except for one little kid who kept asking if they could fill his balloon too. The sign finally read: 'Out of tire air...but INFINITE patience!'