Sinclair

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Sinclair’s pumps. As he filled his tank, he noticed an old man standing in the shadows of the station's neon sign. The man kept repeating, 'Fill her up, sonny—just fill her up.' Finally, the driver asked, ‘How much?’ The old man replied, ‘Just fill it to the top, sonny.’ So the driver did—and when he finished, the gas pump read exactly $0.00. Confused, he looked around but saw no one else. Then he realized: Sinclair was giving away free gas…to anyone who could understand his strange request.

2. At dawn one morning, a sleepy gas station attendant noticed an old man whispering into his empty gas tank. ‘Fill her up,’ said the voice, and when the pump clicked off, so did the mystery—until next week. A few days later, a delivery driver pulled in, muttering something about needing a full tank. The attendant filled it up, but this time he heard another voice saying, 'Check your engine!' When he looked under the hood, there was nothing there except an empty soda can. From then on, Sinclair became known as the place where cars talked—and sometimes left behind trash.

3. At midnight, a Sinclair attendant heard a strange humming coming from behind the pumps. Curious, he walked over and found no one there—just a glowing neon sign that flickered on its own. Curious, he switched off the lights and approached cautiously. The sign blinked once more, then spelled out ‘Fill me up!’ in bright red letters. Laughing, the attendant reached for his pen and wrote back: ‘No charge tonight.’ From then on, whenever someone needed gas late at night, they’d see the same friendly neon message—and an empty tank.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Sinclair's pumps. His little dog, usually so quiet in the car, started barking frantically, pointing towards the empty road ahead. The man looked puzzled but shrugged and said, ‘Guess he doesn’t like being ignored.’ He finished filling his tank while the dog continued its vigilante watch from the passenger seat. As he drove off, a neighbor walking by chuckled, ‘That’s Spot, always has to supervise.’