Valero

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Valero, a regular once quipped, ‘I bet you can’t fill up for less than twenty bucks!’ The next morning, the gas pump read exactly that. Another day, another customer walked in, clearly frustrated. A regular teased him, ‘Hey, try filling up—maybe today’s your lucky day!’ The pump clicked off at nineteen dollars and ninety-nine cents. The relieved man grinned, ‘Guess I’ll come here more often!’

2. At Valero, a delivery driver recently discovered an old cassette tape in the back of his truck. Curious, he brought it inside and played it on one of their vintage radios. The tape turned out to be a local DJ’s lost mix from the ’90s—now playing over the gas pumps. As word spread around town, more people started stopping by just for the nostalgic tunes. One day, an elderly neighbor walked in with her own ancient cassette player, asking if she could join the mix. Turned out she was the original DJ's mom—and now Valero had not only music but also weekly family gatherings.

3. At Valero, a delivery driver noticed something odd one morning. While filling up his truck, he heard a tiny voice crying from inside the gas station’s office. Curious, he peered inside and found no one there—just an empty chair and a pile of old newspapers. Curious, he searched around but couldn’t find anything out of place. Then, just as he was about to leave, he overheard another faint cry coming from outside. He looked down and saw a small bird trapped in the vending machine. With a smile, he freed it, only to hear a familiar ‘thank you’ echoing through the air. Turns out, it was just an especially chatty sparrow that had taken refuge in the office.

4. At Valero, a delivery driver found an old, dusty guitar case on the parking lot. Curious, he opened it and inside was a harmonica with a note: ‘Take me home.’ The delivery driver blew into the harmonica, and suddenly everyone in the store heard a beautiful melody. Word spread fast, and soon enough, Valero became known for its weekly impromptu jam sessions. The neighbors even started bringing their instruments—one brought a ukulele, another a kazoo—and before long, Valero’s parking lot was filled not just with cars, but with laughter and music.