GoLo

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when GoLo gas station usually buzzed with truckers and early commuters, a lone bicycle appeared in the parking lot. A regular, always seen hurrying for his morning coffee, stopped dead in his tracks. The cyclist, dressed in an old tweed jacket and carrying a basket filled with mysterious items, approached the counter without saying a word. The cashier raised an eyebrow but nodded politely. The man placed something small and wrapped in brown paper on the counter. ‘For my daily fix,’ he said softly, then pedaled off into the misty dawn. Months later, locals still joked that GoLo had secretly hired a time-traveling caffeine addict. But everyone agreed it was better than any regular morning rush.

2. At midnight, when GoLo gas station was deserted but for the night security guard, a strange humming noise began echoing through the pumps. The guard, curious yet unperturbed, approached the sound. Turns out it was just an old radio left in one of the cars by a delivery driver. As he switched it off, a sleepy voice from inside said, ‘Finally, someone’s filling my tank!’

3. At dawn, when GoLo gas station usually buzzed with truckers and early commuters, an old man in a tattered hat would appear out of nowhere. He’d fill up his coffee cup from the self-service dispenser, then sit on the bench, humming softly as he watched the sunrise over the pumps. One morning, a delivery driver noticed him counting invisible stars and asked what he was doing. The old man replied, ‘Just making sure they’re still there.’ Turns out, he was just an enthusiastic astronomer who liked watching constellations while waiting for his coffee. Everyone started calling him ‘Mr. Skygazer,’ and now, whenever someone sees him sitting there, they wave and say, “Good morning, Mr. Skygazer!” — it’s become a friendly tradition at GoLo.

4. At dawn, when GoLo gas station usually buzzed with truckers and early commuters, a delivery driver muttered under his breath as he filled up his tank: ‘I swear I saw that same old pickup parked here last week.’ Finally, one morning, the delivery driver noticed an old man waving from the passenger seat of the pickup. Smiling, he waved back and realized it was just his neighbor, who had been borrowing the truck for weeks without telling anyone. "Hey, neighbor!” he called out, “you’re making quite a habit of using my car!” The old man grinned sheepishly and replied, “Well, sonny, you never said it was yours.”