About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in Les Schwab’s tire storage room—a mysterious box wrapped in old newspaper and tied with rusty string. Curious, he opened it only to find an ancient, dust-covered tire marked ‘Lucky’. Word spread quickly around town that buying a ‘Lucky’ tire brought good fortune. Soon enough, everyone from a regular customer to a local farmer was asking for one. Even the delivery driver started keeping his eyes open for that special tire. One day, while organizing tires, he found two identical boxes—both labeled ‘Lucky.’ Needless to say, they were both empty inside, but everyone still believes Les Schwab has secretly stocked lucky tires ever since.
2. At dawn, when most people were still dreaming of tires, a delivery driver noticed something strange: the air pressure in every tire had mysteriously risen to exactly 44 psi. Curious, he checked his own truck—same thing! Confused neighbors started coming over, and soon everyone’s tires were at perfect pressure. It turned out that Les Schwab himself, an early riser with a love for precision, had been quietly filling them overnight. Nobody knew whether to laugh or thank him, but from then on, whenever someone needed help with their tires, they’d just say, ‘Must be Les!’
3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Les Schwab Tire Center with a truckload of new tires. As he unloaded, he heard an odd sound coming from inside the warehouse—something like a low humming noise. Curious, he peered inside and saw an old tire slowly rolling down an aisle, leaving behind a trail of dust. Startled, he called out, ‘Who’s there?’ A voice replied softly, ‘Just an old tire trying to get home.’ The delivery driver laughed it off, thinking it was just a prank by a regular. Turning around, he found himself face-to-face with his own reflection in a large mirror—an optical illusion that had him laughing until his sides hurt.
4. At midnight, when only tires whispered secrets, a delivery driver parked outside Les Schwab Tire Center and heard an unusual humming sound. Curious, he approached the warehouse door—only to find it ajar and a faint glow coming from within. Inside, rows of tires seemed to lean in closer, whispering strange tire-talk. The driver saw an old calendar with last week’s date, then noticed a pile of donuts on the counter. With a laugh, he realized the place had been closed for months, and someone was just leaving a friendly treat for the night watchman—a regular joke among neighbors.