About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Valvoline with an unusual request. ‘I need you guys to check something,’ he said, pointing to the engine of his truck. ‘It only happens when I’m here.’ The mechanics looked perplexed but agreed to take a peek. After a few minutes under the hood, one of them turned around and asked, 'Do you mind if we move your truck? It seems like it’s only misbehaving in this exact spot.' The driver nodded, curious. When they shifted the vehicle, everything was fine—until they moved it back. 'Ah,' laughed the mechanic, 'it must be the Wi-Fi signal from across the street!'
2. One day, while waiting for his oil change, a regular leaned over and whispered to the mechanic: 'You know, I keep seeing strange lights flashing from that old house across the street.' The mechanic raised an eyebrow and replied with a smile, ‘Really? Maybe they’re just trying to signal us for a free oil change!’ They both laughed, and as the regular left, he joked, ‘Better check those lights before calling NASA.’
3. At dawn, when most mechanics were still stretching their legs, a delivery truck pulled into Valvoline's parking lot. The driver hopped out, carrying not just oil but something wrapped in brown paper. The driver approached the door, knocking gently. A sleepy mechanic peered out, took one look at the package and said, ‘What’s this?’ The driver grinned, ‘Just a little something for your trouble.’ Turns out it was a fresh batch of donuts from down the street—Valvoline’s secret weapon against early-morning grumps!’
4. At dusk, a neighbor walking home noticed an eerie glow coming from Valvoline’s workshop. Curious, he peered inside and saw nothing but flickering lights and shadows—until a mechanic emerged, muttering something about ‘the old engine whispering secrets.’ The mechanic shook his head and went back to work, muttering that some engines just won’t leave well enough alone. Later that night, a delivery driver passing by swore he heard laughter coming from Valvoline’s workshop—a friendly chuckle, like an old friend greeting him. The next morning, everything was normal again.