With the burning passion of a thousand stars, this man embraced tires from birth. His first words were tires and discount.

Quite often seen working late nights to ensure everything in the store is up to snuff. Occasionally seen taking power naps on a pile of tires as the smell lulls him peacefully to sleep.

He moonlights in the evening fighting low tire pressure crime and inspecting tread for uneven wear to inform potential customers.

Colleen was a rare find indeed. Barrelling around the city streets on her motorcycle is lots of fun but it can be dangerous. On one outing she was riding alongside a vehicle and its tire unexpectedly came off and made its way towards her. It just so happened that the NBT Van was out that day and happened to be at the right place and at the right time.

Our van swooped in, opened its doors and thankfully captured the tire. It wasn’t until afterwards that our team members realized that they saved Colleen’s life. We really do just LOVE tires 😛

Colleen knew right away that the NBT team was where she wanted to be. The perfect mix of love of all things tires and serendipitous hero activity. She was at home.

Now as you know we don’t just hire the regulars so we asked this young woman to head out to attain some super powers as part of her prerequisite to join the team. To our surprise this was not necessary.

Colleen has many skills and hobbies that are so random but when put together create a perfect symphony. From the ability to duplicate herself at will to materializing chocolate chip cookies out of nowhere. From communicating with animals to making her arms stretch 10 feet long. FROM MIND CONTROL (We asked her to please not use this) to traveling to alternate realities it’s all pretty amazing stuff.

So next time you’re in need of tires, hungry for cookies, feeling like a good dog translated conversation or just need something taken off the top shelf while simultaneously chatting about your tire options, Colleen is here for you. She will duplicate herself to get the job done and if she can’t find a tire for you in this reality there’s always others.

Thank you very much, Mr. Roboto

Our resident android. But these things don’t just happen.

Forged from the iron of a distant asteroid from a distant race Braydyn is proof that someone higher is looking out for NBT. Apparently they knew of us from lightyears away and wanted to gift us with a special present.

As we all know, being superior at some things doesn’t make you superior at everything. That being said, this superior race didn’t have a firm grasp on human beings and how we are put together or operate.

Instead of giving him a love for sweet or salty food he was given a love of all things bread. Braydyn can often be seen either eating or giving away many bread products. We think this might actually be the only thing he eats.

Odd part is that he doesn’t so much eat it as he literally inhales it into his gullet. Another “enhancement” by the superior race I suppose.

Braydyn is indeed uniquely programmed as the following list proves :
He twiddles his fingers to enact his mind control
He waves his hands to control the weather
He thrusts his hair around to oddly create Kit Kat Bars…..iunno about this one.
He is one shoe click away from Kansas basically.

Come on down to check out this imperfectly perfect little bot of ours. Ask for a Kit Kat but make sure he’s thrusting and not waving or twiddling. Thrusting his HAIR…get your mind out of the gutter! 😛

You would think he was a close relative of Mr. Roboto with his passion for perfection but alas he is not.

Monty came to us, your regular Clark Kent type and amazed us with what he brought to the table. But we knew that Clark Kent type had to have more inside of him just yearning to be let loose.

So off we went into the Magic School Bus to explore the inner workings of our little Monty. We stand by our statement that we took an appropriate entrance inside.

We dare not share all the other inner workings of him however upon leaving it seems it left a larger hole (still stand by our statement) that made everything spill out.

Monty is now…how to put it… same same but different. At first it was the little things we noticed like coughing nerds candies. The levitating on colorful wind currents was a dead giveaway. We did politely ask him to stop magically converting every tire’s color to magical swirls of tie-dye rainbow goodness.

We really like the Monty that spilled out despite some of the strangeness it brought. He always liked the outdoors but now he really focuses on the animals. We KNOW we saw him talking to a deer the other day. We asked Tom (The deer) and he spilled the beans.

Other than all of that he’s the same regular great Monty he always has been. Spending his spare time working on calculations to save the world from a zombie apocalypse and rubbing his feet on carpets to zap strangers and give them super powers. He’s a giver 🙂

If you see Monty around the racks of tires stop him and give him a realllly tight hug. Guaranteed nerds candies!

Before he was melting price tags at Nothing But Tires, Jared was melting cameras in Milan. A former male model whose cheekbones were once declared “a public safety hazard” in three countries, Jared graced runways wearing thousand-dollar suits — and sometimes just vibes.

His signature pose? Smoldering into the horizon like he just saw a set of Michelin x-ice roll by.

But the fame wasn’t enough. One day, Jared locked eyes with a 33” mud tire in a dimly lit garage and felt something stir — destiny. He traded in the runway for the rubberway. The rest is legend.
Now, Jared doesn’t sell tires — he summons them. Customers don’t browse; they get spiritually matched. He’s been known to whisper softly to a tread pattern and hear it whisper back. Mechanics weep. Rims blush.

When he’s not sealing the deal in our showroom with the intensity of a fragrance ad, Jared roams the backroads on his motorcycle, guiding wayward souls to better grip and life alignment.

Fun Fact: Jared once made a tire rotate itself just by making eye contact. It spun twice.,then fell over.

Gabe was an out of this world hire… literally. He blew through the roof of the company while on his descent from whatever color blind Mogwai infested planet he came from. On numerous occasions we have attempted to find out what planet he’s from but since he doesn’t know green from pink it’s been a difficult search.

When he first started working here it was difficult to get him out of his… interesting habits. Once we finally got him to stop licking the tires and start stocking them he turned into a rockstar.

One of Gabe’s favourite hobbies is sitting down with a glass of curdled milk, kicking up his feet, and watching the entire trilogy of Gremlins without getting up for a bathroom break. He’s infatuated with those movies for some odd reason. Besides that you’ll catch him occasionally destroying the competition at his swim meets rocking a neon green speedo for aero dynamic purposes… or so he tells us.

You may see him sorting tires between the racks so be sure to say hi but try not to spill any water on him. We aren’t entirely sure what may happen.

With a heavy heart but excitement for her new journey we mourn the loss of our beloved Micky. Such a wonderful ray of sunshine around the store. Her 5 year journey here was an amazing rise of a woman that approached NBT with excellence, passion and love for everything she did. From working front end sales she rose to Administration Officer for all of NBT.

We could write a novel about Micky. Micky could speak a novel about Micky (haha) and about anything of interest and that is why we love her so much! Always such a great conversation, such a great person, a great mother, and an amazing friend. Visit us always!

Historical Profile :
Friendly – CHECK
Bubbly – CHECK
Knowledgeable – CHECK CHECK

Michaela has coined the phrase “Out of this world”. Mainly because she literally is out of this world. She is actually a 6000 foot tall fire squid hiding inside that body!

When Michaela was a young squid she yearned for more than consuming universes and laughing about it with her friends. So she ventured to earth where she knew there was more opportunity. However she also knew she would have to take a human form to fit in with us earthlings. She went through a lot of bodies before she found the right fit. Side note – She actually tried Jakes body as well.

When Michaela walked into the store she was very forthcoming about her background and for this reason we decided she was a great fit with us! Openness, honestly, integrity is exactly what you expect to get from Michaela.

She does have a strange addiction to munchies of any kind & you’ll often see her snacking around the store. She said the candy reminds her of what a universe used to taste like.

Stop on in to see our little squiddy Michaela, bring candy to really win her over 😛

Jeff has seen things. Miles of open highway, the sun rising over places most people only drive through, and the particular kind of silence that only exists at 3am somewhere between nowhere and somewhere. He was a trucker. A real one. The kind that makes lesser men nervous at rest stops.

Then one day he parked the rig, walked into this company, and never really left. That was a long time ago. Long enough that Jeff is now the COO, which is essentially the same job as trucking except the cargo is deadlines, the highway is spreadsheets, and there is no good radio.

At some point along the journey, his hair left too. We don't know exactly when or why. Jeff does not discuss it. What we will say is that the aerodynamics have clearly worked in his favour… the man operates at an efficiency that frankly makes the rest of us look like we're buffering.

His superpower is that he has seen everything, survived everything, and can make you feel simultaneously roasted and motivated in the same sentence. This is a rare and dangerous gift. 

Jeff runs on coffee. Not in the casual "I need my morning cup" way. In the "this is fuel, this is purpose, this is the only thing standing between order and chaos" way. Coffee is not a habit… coffee is a lifestyle. 

Come say hi to Jeff. He's the bald one with the mug. Don't touch the mug.

Derek simply showed up one day with a perfectly balanced spreadsheet in one hand and a suspiciously good smelling container of leftover brisket in the other. We took one look at both and said "You're hired." The numbers were immaculate. The brisket was transcendent. It was an easy decision.

As the backbone of our Accounting and HR department, Derek keeps the entire NBT operation running smoothly behind the scenes. While the rest of us are out wrangling tires and living dramatically, Derek is quietly making sure everything adds up.. and trust us, it always adds up. We would say he makes it look easy but frankly the man looks stressed at all times. Like permanently, visibly, impressively stressed. We have never once seen him not stressed. We have begun to suspect that if Derek were ever fully relaxed the entire financial system of NBT would simply collapse. He is stress-powered and we are not touching that.

He has the ability to find errors in documents that no human eye should be able to catch. Rogue decimal points don't stand a chance. A misplaced comma in a spreadsheet is practically already apologizing before Derek even opens the file. He finds these things while stressed, which is always, which means he is always at peak performance. It's a whole system.

Now off the clock is where things get truly legendary. Derek smokes briskets low and slow with the kind of patience that is frankly at complete odds with his resting stress level. He also makes beer battered fish so good it should probably be illegal. However, and this is important.. If you want Derek to bring that brisket in for the whole team, you're going to need to do a little legwork first. Specifically, you will need to approach his lovely wife personally and make a compelling case on his behalf. Derek has been known to quietly pull employees aside, slip them a coffee or a gift card, and whisper "please just ask her, she'll say yes for you." He cannot explain why this works. It just does. His wife holds the smoking schedule and honestly we respect her for it.

We would like to formally thank her on behalf of the entire NBT team. We see you. We appreciate you. You are the real MVP and the true gatekeeper of the best brisket in Alberta.

So next time your invoice looks right, your HR paperwork is seamless, there's something incredible smelling coming from the break room, or you notice a slightly frazzled man quietly bribing a coworker with a Tim Hortons gift card.. that's our Derek.

Khaled, or as we like to call him, DJ Khaled, didn't stumble into the NBT family by accident — no, no, no. Legend has it he was mid-performance at his own backyard DJ set, absolutely going OFF on the decks, when a rogue tire came rolling down the street, bouncing perfectly to the beat. The crowd thought it was part of the show. Khaled knew the truth. He looked that tire dead in the eyes and said "Another one." The NBT van was already parked around the corner. We'd been watching.

Khaled has the ability to hype absolutely anything up to an unreasonable level. Need new winter tires? By the time Khaled is done talking to you, you'll feel like you just won a Grammy. A wheel alignment? He'll have you in tears of joy. The man could make a lug nut sound like a life-changing event.. and honestly, maybe it is.

Off the clock, Khaled sustains himself entirely on a diet of jumbo shrimp served on a gold platter. Not regular shrimp. Jumbo. Always jumbo. On a gold platter. Every time. No exceptions. We stopped asking questions.

So next time you roll into Nothing But Tires, don't be surprised if you leave with four new tires, a renewed sense of purpose, and a personally delivered motivational speech. DJ Khaled is here, and we the best at tires.

Nobody likes to talk about what happened to the last one. One day there was a desk, a chair, and a sales target. The next day… just the desk and the chair. The universe, sensing a disturbance in the sales force, acted quickly.

Enter Nick.

We're not entirely sure where he came from. HR has some paperwork but frankly it raises more questions than answers. What we do know is that he arrived with a box of personal items, a handshake that means business, and approximately 47 energy drinks.

That was just for the first morning.

Nick runs entirely on a fuel that scientists have not yet classified as food. His bloodstream is less "blood" and more a proprietary blend of taurine, B12, and whatever that mystery ingredient is on the back of the can that nobody can pronounce. Doctors are fascinated. Cardiologists have asked him to please stop sending them his lab results.

His superpower? His indoor voice is not an indoor voice. It has been measured.. It is an outdoor voice that has simply agreed, contractually, to be inside.

Come say hi to Nick. He's the loud one. He's always the loud one. Offer him a coffee and watch his eyes twitch.. he doesn't do slow caffeine. That's for mortals.

Yes there are two of them… No, we don't fully understand it either. For clarity, this is Processing Nick. New Brunswick Nick. Cheese Nick. You'll figure out your own system.

Nick arrived from New Brunswick, which if you've never been, is a place that builds a particular kind of person. Quiet. Steady. Unbothered by things that would send the rest of us spiraling. The maritimes have a way of producing humans who are just fundamentally okay with how things are, and Nick carries that energy into every room he walks into. Like a warm front coming in off the bay. Calm. Unassuming. Dangerous.

Dangerous because you forget he's there. Conversations are happening, chaos is unfolding, someone is saying something they probably shouldn't and then (BOOM) perfectly timed, completely deadpan... Nick says the one thing that stops the whole room. The man is a comedy sniper and the rest of us are just walking around not knowing we're in his crosshairs.

His superpower is patience. The processing department requires it and Nick was clearly built for it. He waits. He watches. He processes. Then he hits you with a line that you'll still be thinking about on the drive home.

Nick loves cheese. Not as a topping or an ingredient, not as a food group… as a cultural identity. We're not talking a few cubes on a cracker either. On any given afternoon you may glance over and find Nick quietly working away at his desk with an entire brick of cheese in one hand. No knife. No crackers. No explanation. Just a man, a brick, and zero apologies. Maritime roots, cheese in hand, smile on his face.

Come find Nick. He probably won't approach you first. But say something funny and watch his eyes… That's how you know he's cooking something up. And if you see him reach into his bag, there's a 50/50 chance he's pulling out either a great joke or a literal brick of cheese.

Curtis doesn't say much. He doesn't need to. He's the kind of guy who can communicate an entire diagnosis with a single nod and a slow exhale through his nose. But don't mistake the quiet for boring, Curtis might be the funniest guy in the shop, he just rations his jokes out one at a time. When they land, they land devastating.

Unlike some of our hires, Curtis just kind of... appeared one day. Red Seal ticket already in hand, toolbox already organized to a degree that honestly made the rest of us a little uncomfortable, and somehow already three steps into a job before anyone formally remembers hiring him. We checked the paperwork. It's all there. We still don't fully understand how it happened.

What we do know is that Curtis is a certified Red Seal mechanic who can take apart, diagnose, and rebuild just about anything with an engine, a belt, or a bolt. He works in near total silence, eyes locked, hands moving like he's done this exact repair a thousand times before, because he probably has. Ask him a question mid-job and you might get a one word answer about three minutes later that somehow answers two other questions you hadn't even asked yet.

Come lunchtime, Curtis disappears. Not gone, just upstairs. Alone. Same time, every day, like clockwork. Nobody knows exactly what's in the container. Some say it's leftovers, some say it's a sacred ritual, we've personally never seen the contents. At this point we've collectively decided it's better that way.

So if your vehicle's got a problem nobody else can crack, Curtis is your guy. Just don't expect a lot of small talk, and definitely don't bother him at noon.

Ryan and Noah run NBT's marketing, and if you spend more than five minutes around them, you'll start to wonder if they're coworkers or an old married couple who happen to also make videos together. They bicker, constantly, about absolutely nothing. The order of operations on a shoot. Whether a take was good. What's playing on the radio. None of it matters. All of it gets argued about with full conviction.

The clearest example of their commitment to the bit is the time Ryan got hit by a car on camera, for content, while Noah was sitting inside the car that hit him. Ryan, somehow, walked it off without a scratch, because that's just how Ryan operates. Noah, meanwhile, was reportedly far more rattled by the whole thing than the guy who actually got hit. The video, of course, did numbers.

We’re pretty convinced that these two are twins even though they don’t look alike. It’s tough to get them to separate, even on washroom breaks. It’s just odd but they make it work.

Which brings us to Noah's real superpower: he's almost always right about which ideas are bad, and almost always overruled anyway. A solid chunk of NBT's biggest hits started with Noah saying some version of "this is a terrible idea, I hate this" right before Ryan did the terrible idea anyway and it went viral. Noah still hasn't figured out how to feel about that. We're not convinced he ever will.

Ryan, for his part, has made it a personal hobby to gaslight Noah into a state of mild chaos as often as possible, mostly for the joy of watching Noah get wound up over something that definitely did not happen the way Ryan is describing it. Noah falls for it nearly every time, gets loud about it, and somehow forgives him by lunch.

Speaking of lunch, every single day the two of them head out fully intending to eat something healthy. Salad, grilled chicken, something with a vegetable in it, that's always the plan. And every single day, somewhere between the parking lot and the drive-thru, one of them talks the other into something significantly less healthy, and they both insist it was the other guy's idea.

So next time you see something loud, ridiculous, or somehow viral on NBT's page, that's Ryan and Noah, bickering their way through another perfect bad idea.

Guillaume came to us from Montreal, although “came to us” suggests a planned relocation. What actually happened is that Guillaume loaded up Resident Evil, heard something move behind him, and ran all the way to Alberta. No luggage. No jacket. Still holding the controller.

He eventually stopped outside Nothing But Tires, where he asked one very important question: “Is it actually NOTHING but tires?” We said yes. He checked behind the counter for zombies, inspected the exits, and agreed to stay. We were going to explain the employment process, but he had already started working.

That was a very long time ago.

Since then, Guillaume has become one of the hardest-working, most loyal people at NBT. Give him a job and it gets done. Give him a difficult job and it still gets done. Walk around a corner slightly too quickly and he briefly leaves his body. Once his soul returns from the ceiling, he gets right back to work.

His superpower is turning a minor surprise into enough energy to move forty tires. Someone dropped a clipboard once and he finished Thursday. It was Tuesday. We have discussed harnessing this power commercially, but apparently “sneaking up on the French guy” is not an approved renewable energy source.

His Montreal roots remain strong. He can tell when cheese curds aren’t fresh from three provinces away, and once called an emergency staff meeting because someone referred to shredded cheese on fries as poutine. Attendance was mandatory. There were diagrams. 

Guillaume still loves video games. His loyalty to NBT, however, is unquestionable. The man has been with us through thick and thin, and we’re incredibly lucky to have him.

Come say bonjour. Just don’t sneak up on him unless you’re prepared to learn some French they definitely didn’t teach you in school.

We’re fairly certain we hired Austin, but there is a non-zero chance that Timothée Chalamet has been working at Nothing But Tires between movies. The hair. The face. The general appearance of someone who should be staring dramatically across a desert while a very expensive soundtrack plays.

He insists he’s Austin. Fine. We’ve put Austin on the paperwork.

His arrival at NBT was inevitable. After enough time on Arrakis, a man starts asking practical questions. Where are the roads? Why is everyone riding worms? Would a decent set of all-terrains solve any of this? One extremely confusing job application later, he was ours. He listed “possible messiah” under previous experience. We started him on tires.

We thought we were getting Wonka. Whimsical. Agreeable. Possibly carrying chocolates. Turns out we got Paul Atreides with a work schedule. Considerably less singing and a much firmer position on who is and is not taking his lunch from the fridge.

His superpower is making an ordinary disagreement feel like the climax of a movie. He plants his feet. The hair does something cinematic. Somewhere, a French horn starts playing. You were only asking him to move a tire, but now your family’s claim to the throne is being questioned.

Come meet Austin. Yes, we see the resemblance. No, he can’t get you Zendaya’s number. And if you’re planning to tell him he looks too young to know what he’s doing, bring a strong argument.

The face is Hollywood. The bite is included.

Marcus came to NBT after going up for a rebound at a basketball court several kilometres away and landing in our parking lot. We asked if he was looking for work. He asked if we’d seen the ball. Neither question was properly answered, but he works here now.

His vertical is frankly unnecessary. We have ladders. We paid good money for them. Marcus does not respect that investment. He once jumped to check something on the top rack and came back with a weather report. We’ve asked him to give us some notice before takeoff so we can secure loose paperwork.

He’s also constantly doing flips, because apparently walking across a room without rotating is a wasted opportunity. Someone once said “let’s turn this day around” and he landed a backflip. That wasn’t what we meant, but morale improved. 

Between unauthorized flight attempts, Marcus keeps his head down and puts in serious work. He’s the guy quietly getting things done while everyone else is still discussing where to start. We’d give him more credit, but he’d probably try to dunk that too.

Basketball is always on his mind. Every garbage toss has a follow-through. Every miss apparently involves a foul that nobody else witnessed. We had to shut down his request for a shop hoop after he started referring to the staff schedule as “the starting lineup” and asking who we were willing to trade.

His real power is the shop’s Spotify. Marcus puts on a playlist and suddenly everyone thinks they’re in an NBA warm-up video. Heads are nodding. Tires are moving. Someone’s doing footwork that their knees absolutely did not approve. He takes this responsibility seriously. You can interrupt him with a work question, but suggest skipping a song and suddenly there’s a formal review process.

We let someone else control the music once. A tire slowly fell over. Marcus took his phone back.

Come say hi. If you can hear the music but can’t see him, look up.

Amr arrived at NBT wearing a beanie and looking like he was about to drop the most influential album the tire industry had ever heard. He listed Khaled as a family reference. We called Khaled, who yelled “ANOTHER ONE!” and hung up. Apparently that’s the entire hiring process for this bloodline.

The beanie is permanent. Summer? Beanie. Winter? Beanie. We have never seen the top of this man’s head and at this point it’s none of our business. Our current theory is that it contains a second, smaller beanie. Amr has declined to comment.

He gives off serious Tupac energy, right down to the mysterious sightings. Someone swears they just saw him by the alignment bay. Someone else says he’s in the back. A blurry photo surfaces from the break room. By the time we investigate, all that remains is a warm coffee and more questions.

His superpower is disappearing the exact second you need him. You can make eye contact, walk six feet toward him, and arrive at an empty space. We put a bell on him once. Found it sitting on a tire. Message received.

The confusing part is that the work still gets done. Tires get mounted, wheels get balanced, alignments come out perfect, and nobody can confidently explain when Amr was involved. You turn around to thank him and he’s already become a rumour in another department. We’re considering installing a wildlife camera, but we’re fairly sure the footage would just show a beanie floating past at 2:14 p.m.

Being related to our own DJ Khaled makes this even stranger. You can locate Khaled from three postal codes away. Finding Amr requires witnesses, a floor plan, and someone willing to say “he was JUST here” six times.

Come meet Amr. If you succeed, please let the rest of us know where.