Marathon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At midnight, a delivery driver pulled up to Marathon gas station, puzzled by the flickering neon sign that read ‘fuel + coffee = stay awake.’ He parked his truck and walked inside, only to find an old man sitting at the counter, muttering into his cup of coffee. The next morning, everyone in town had a new explanation for why they never felt sleepy after filling up at Marathon. As days passed, more drivers started stopping at Marathon—some even claimed their trucks got better mileage when fueled there. One morning, a local mechanic noticed his own car running quieter than ever. Turned out, he’d filled up on Marathon’s special blend while fixing another customer’s engine overnight. Now, whenever anyone asked what made Marathon so magical, the old man just smiled and said, ‘It’s not magic—it’s just good ol’ fashioned coffee and gas!’

2. At dawn, when most stations were still closed, an early bird pulled into Marathon gas station. The pumps hummed softly in the quiet neighborhood, but something odd caught his eye—a lone car with its hazard lights flashing, parked right next to the convenience store. Curious, he approached the car and saw a sleepy delivery driver inside, dozing off behind the wheel. ‘Hey,’ he whispered, “you left your blinkers on—pretty much like you left your coffee at home!’ With a smile, the driver gratefully accepted some free caffeine from the attendant’s friendly gesture.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Marathon gas station, curious about the strange humming noise coming from inside. As he approached the door, the humming grew louder and more insistent—like an old radio tuned between stations. The driver opened the door slowly, expecting anything. What greeted him was a small dog, sitting on a stool behind the counter, happily chewing on a hose nozzle. ‘Hey,’ said the driver, laughing, “I thought you were open twenty-four hours.” The dog looked up, blinked once, then went back to its snack.

4. At sunset, when most Marathon stations were closing for the day, a delivery driver pulled in, drawn by the flickering neon sign. As he approached the pumps, he noticed something odd—an old man, dressed in a tattered suit, was filling his tank with a rusty can. The delivery driver smiled and asked if everything was okay. The old man looked up, his eyes twinkling like distant stars, and replied, 'Just topping off my weekly supply, son.' They chatted amiably until dusk fell, then the old fellow waved goodbye and disappeared into the shadows. To this day, locals say Marathon’s late-night customers are often just neighbors stopping by for a little extra fuel.