Chevron

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Chevron, where the gas pumps hummed like old friends, a little boy named Max would often wait for his dad. One day, as he approached the station, Max’s eyes widened when he saw the pump numbers flicker and spell out ‘HELLO’ in bright neon letters. Suddenly, another pump started flashing 'WELCOME'—and then they both blinked simultaneously to read 'MAX IS COOL!' The whole station erupted into laughter, including an elderly lady filling up her car next to them. Turns out it was just an enterprising mechanic down the street having some fun with his electronics. Max grinned, knowing that sometimes life at Chevron is more exciting than any video game.

2. At Chevron, where the neon sign glowed late into the night, an elderly gentleman in a tweed jacket would often sit on the bench outside, sipping coffee and watching the world go by. One chilly autumn morning, he noticed something peculiar: the gas pump nozzles seemed to move ever so slightly, as if they were waving hello. Curious, he approached one of the pumps and gently touched it—only for the nozzle to give him a friendly little shake back. The old man laughed, patted the pump affectionately, and went inside for another cup of coffee. From then on, whenever anyone asked why Chevron’s pumps seemed to wave, the employees just smiled and said, ‘Oh, that’s just Mr. Jenkins saying hello.’

3. At Chevron, where the sun always seemed to set too early, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar. Every Wednesday, exactly at sunset, a mysterious figure would appear and fill up their tank with just one gallon of gas. Curious, our delivery driver decided to follow the figure one week. Turned out it was just an old man from down the street who’d forgotten his wallet, paying off his debt to Chevron with a gallon each week—kind of like a reverse layaway plan for gasoline.

4. At Chevron, where the pumps never sleep, one morning a regular noticed something odd in the parking lot—a tiny plastic dinosaur standing guard next to the gas station's trash can. Curious, he approached and saw that its eyes followed him everywhere he moved. Word spread quickly among locals, who started leaving their own toys—teddy bears, action figures, even miniature cars. Before long, Chevron became known as ‘Toyland Gas,’ attracting not just drivers but families on weekends. The only rule? Leave something small behind when you leave.