Chevron

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Chevron station in downtown Portland, every morning around sunrise, a mysterious voice would come over the intercom. ‘Fill your tank with love today,’ it whispered. No one knew who was speaking or why, but soon everyone started filling up their cars—and hearts—with good vibes. One day, an old delivery driver pulled up and asked curiously, ‘Who’s been whispering that stuff?’ Suddenly, from behind the counter emerged a tiny pug named Louie, wagging his tail and saying, ‘It was me! I just wanted people to be happy.’ Everyone laughed, realizing the whole time it had been a cute little dog with excellent public relations skills.

2. At Chevron gas station in rural Ohio, whenever a delivery driver filled up their truck after dark, they’d notice an odd shadowy figure standing by the pumps. Curious kids passing by would always wave hello, but no one ever saw it during the day. One night, a delivery driver asked curiously, ‘Who’s that?’ A kid waved back and said, ‘Oh, that’s just Uncle Shadow—he helps us fill up for free!’ The next morning, everyone found out Uncle Shadow was actually Mr. Johnson from down the street, who liked to scare away would-be thieves with his late-night visits.

3. At Chevron gas station in small-town Indiana, late at night, an old radio started playing on its own when someone pumped gas. The tune always changed depending on who stopped by—classic rock for truckers, country for farmers, and jazz for locals. No one could figure out where it came from. One day, a delivery driver pulled up and heard classical music. Thinking it was his lucky day, he parked and popped open the trunk. Out walked Beethoven himself, wearing a fedora and waving a baton! Turns out, the old radio was just borrowing some famous conductors’ tunes. Everyone laughed it off, and the radio never played anything but local hits after that.

4. At Chevron station in sunny California, every afternoon after three, a faint humming sound could be heard coming from the pumps. No one knew where it came from or why, but locals soon learned that if you stopped what you were doing and listened closely, the humming seemed to match your deepest wish. One day, an elderly neighbor stopped by to fill up his car. He stood listening intently as the pump hummed along, whispering something about ‘slow down and smell the roses.’ Afterward, he drove home smiling, leaving everyone wondering whether the hum had finally granted him peace.