Valero

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Valero for gas and coffee. As he walked in, he noticed an old man standing by the cash register, whispering something into his hat. The delivery driver smiled curiously but paid no mind. Later that week, while filling up again, he saw the same old man, now wearing a different hat. The old man glanced up, winked knowingly, then whispered something else into his new headgear. The driver laughed it off, figuring it was just another quirky thing about small-town life.

2. Early morning fog clung to the streets when an early bird jogger noticed something odd—an old man, dressed in a plaid shirt and overalls, filling up a gas can outside the Valero station. Curious, the jogger approached and asked what he was doing. With a twinkle in his eye, the old man replied, 'Just topping off my emergency stash for when the world runs out of gas.' The two shared a laugh, and as the sun rose, so did their spirits—all thanks to Valero's reliable fuel.

3. A curious neighbor stopped by Valero one afternoon to grab some snacks. Among the usual items on the counter, they spotted a mysterious box labeled ‘Free Samples.’ Inside were tiny bottles of what looked like ketchup—but tasted like nothing they’d ever tried before. Curious, our neighbor opened one and took a cautious sip. Suddenly, his eyes widened as he exclaimed, 'This tastes like gasoline mixed with chili peppers!' Turns out it was just a prank from the friendly delivery driver who liked to keep things interesting at Valero.

4. At dawn, when most gas stations were quiet, a Valero clerk heard a strange humming sound coming from the parking lot. Curious, he stepped outside only to see a line of cars forming behind a lone cyclist who insisted on filling up his bike’s tank. The clerk smiled and nodded, recognizing the regular cyclist who always came in early for a refill. With a friendly wave, he started pumping gas while the rest of the town was still asleep. By morning, everyone knew that Valero had become the place where bikes got their own special fuel stop—even if it meant waking up just a little earlier.