Chevron

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Chevron and noticed an odd sound coming from the pumps. It was like a low humming, almost like a distant party going on underground. Curious, he leaned closer and thought he saw a shadowy figure dancing beneath the ground. Turns out it was just his friend, a regular, pumping gas while listening to his favorite oldies station through earphones. 'Morning, pal!' said the delivery driver, laughing. 'I thought you were having some kind of secret party down there.'

2. Late one autumn night, as a storm howled outside, a lone delivery driver pulled into Chevron for gas. The pumps were quiet except for the steady hum of rain on the roof, when suddenly he heard a voice whispering from inside the station. ‘Fill ‘er up,’” said the delivery driver, but instead of gas, an old man behind the counter handed him a warm cup of coffee and a smile. “On the house,” he whispered. As the storm raged outside, the driver realized that sometimes Chevron wasn’t just about fuel—it was about neighbors helping each other out.

3. Late one summer afternoon, a delivery driver pulled into Chevron for gas. As he filled up, he heard a strange humming sound coming from inside the station. Curious, he looked around but saw nothing unusual until noticing that the noise seemed to follow him wherever he walked. Finally, he noticed an old radio in the corner playing softly. The humming was just static! Relieved, he paid and left, muttering something about needing new headphones. Since then, locals joke that Chevron’s got better music than most bars.

4. Late one winter morning, when snowflakes danced outside Chevron’s pumps, a delivery driver pulled in for gas. As he filled up, he overheard two locals whispering about something strange happening every time someone bought ‘regular’ gasoline after midnight. Curious, our delivery driver asked what was going on. One neighbor shrugged and said, 'Oh, don’t you know? After midnight, if you buy “regular” gas, your car starts singing old country songs!' The delivery driver laughed it off but noticed his own truck started humming along with some classic tune as soon as he pumped gas past midnight. Since then, whenever anyone asks for ‘regular,’ they get a free sing-along ride home.'