Sinclair

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Sinclair gas station is usually quiet, a delivery driver noticed something strange. The old clock on the wall seemed to tick backwards for a moment before returning to normal. Curious, he peered closer and saw that it was just an old wind-up toy clock his colleague had placed there as a prank. Everyone burst out laughing, and from then on, whenever someone mentioned Sinclair’s ‘backward-ticking’ clock, they’d wink knowingly. It became their little secret, adding a touch of whimsy to what otherwise was just another ordinary gas station.

2. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to Sinclair for a quick fill-up, he noticed an odd sight: the pump seemed to be pumping itself. Curious, the driver got out and approached the pump, noticing that its LED display read ‘Fueling Self’. He laughed it off, thinking maybe it was just an old gas station prank. As he walked back to his truck, his friend—a regular—called out from inside: ‘Hey, did you see that? The pumps are dancing!’ Turning around, the driver saw that indeed, every pump had started moving in time with some unheard music, filling cars without anyone’s help.

3. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to Sinclair for a quick refuel, he heard a voice from inside the empty store: ‘Fill her up, son.’ He filled his tank and turned around, expecting to see an old timer behind the counter. Instead, there was just a dusty sign that read ‘Open Only During Business Hours.’ Shrugging it off, he drove away—only to glance back in his rearview mirror and notice the gas pump still spewing fuel into thin air. The next morning, everyone in town knew the Sinclair had started talking again.

4. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to Sinclair for a quick refuel, he heard an odd announcement over the intercom: ‘Attention, all customers—your car will run better if you fill it with moonlight tonight.’ The delivery driver laughed and filled his tank with what he thought was gasoline. As he drove off, everyone else in line followed suit, whispering excitedly about the special promotion. The next morning, every car in town had a perfect shine, but none of them would start until dawn. It turned out that Sinclair sold moonshine instead of gas—and nobody ever complained again.