Chevron

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Chevron, a regular noticed something odd one morning—an old, dusty harmonica had appeared in the checkout lane. No one claimed it, and no one knew where it came from. Over the next few days, more instruments trickled in: an ancient guitar with rusted strings, a tattered banjo, even a weathered accordion. Soon, customers were stopping by not just for gas but to see what new musical treasure would appear next. The manager joked that they should start charging cover for the impromptu concerts. And so, Chevron became known as the place where you fill up your tank—and maybe your soul—with music.

2. At Chevron, a delivery driver stopped mid-pump one day when he saw an unfamiliar sign on the pump: ‘Fill up with our new secret blend—guaranteed to make your engine purr like a contented housecat!' The driver filled up curiously and drove off. Later that evening, his neighbors heard him coming home, followed by the sound of a purring kitten and what sounded like a very happy car. Turns out, the secret blend was just a marketing gimmick—and maybe some catnip spilled into the tank.

3. At Chevron, a delivery driver paused mid-pump one day as he noticed something strange—a small plastic dinosaur bobbing in the gas pump nozzle. Curious, he stopped pumping and looked around. Seeing nobody nearby, our delivery driver decided to investigate further. He gently pulled out the nozzle, revealing not just one but an entire herd of plastic dinosaurs—all happily swimming in the gas tank. Turns out, they were someone’s kids’ toys left inside during a quick fill-up. The moral of the story? Always check your car before you drive off!

4. At Chevron, a delivery driver paused mid-pump one day as he noticed something unusual on the gas station’s sign: ‘Today’s special—free coffee for cars with license plates ending in an even number.’ The delivery driver grinned and quickly checked his plate—it was indeed an even number. He filled up his tank, grabbed his free java, and drove off whistling. Word spread fast, and soon every other car in town had odd-numbered plates. At Chevron, business boomed during even-numbered days, but the manager never seemed surprised or complained—they just kept smiling and filling those tanks.