Valero

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Valero, where the pumps hummed like bees and gas fumes wafted through the air, something odd began happening one foggy morning. A regular, filling up his truck, noticed an eerie whistling sound coming from inside the station. It grew louder with each passing minute, until it seemed as if someone were playing a distant flute. Curious, he followed the music into the station’s storage room, only to find an old, dusty ventilator dancing to its own tune. Turns out, it was just an overzealous maintenance guy practicing his flute cover of ‘Country Roads.’ Since then, Valero has become known for its weekly impromptu concerts, drawing in neighbors and even attracting local delivery drivers who bring their own instruments.

2. At Valero, where the pumps hummed like bees and gas fumes wafted through the air, one morning a delivery driver noticed something odd on the bathroom mirror: ‘Fill up your tank here.’ Curious, he took a closer look—only to realize it was just a graffiti-like drawing in marker. But as he laughed, another customer overheard him and asked if they had any special offers today. Turning around, our delivery driver saw a sign that read, ‘Tank Full of Friendship—$0.99!’

3. At Valero, where the pumps hummed like bees and gas fumes wafted through the air, a little boy named Max noticed something odd one day. As he watched, the nozzle on one pump seemed to move slightly, as if it were waving hello. Max tilted his head curiously, and soon other customers started noticing too. Before long, everyone was watching the pump, waiting for its next wave. Turns out, it was just an old mechanic adjusting the nozzle—a regular prank to entertain kids passing by. And so, Valero became known not only for filling cars but also for making people smile.

4. At Valero, where the pumps hummed like bees and gas fumes wafted through the air, an unusual sound began to disturb customers one foggy morning. A soft, rhythmic tapping echoed from inside the station’s storage room, growing louder with each passing minute. Curious glances turned into whispers as the noise grew more insistent. Finally, a delivery driver opened the door, revealing nothing but empty shelves and a small wooden box tapping gently on its own. Turns out, it was just an old clock that nobody noticed had been there for years.