Valero

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Valero usually hummed with traffic, a delivery driver noticed something strange. The gas station’s neon sign blinked not just red and yellow, but also a faint shade of purple—an oddity that had never been seen before. Curious, he mentioned it to no one in particular, thinking maybe an old bulb was playing tricks. By evening, however, neighbors gathered around, pointing fingers at each other, whispering, ‘Did you see that? It changed colors again!’ Turns out, someone accidentally left a glow-in-the-dark sticker on the sign during a party the night before.

2. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to fill the tank, he saw an old man standing in front of the store. The man kept pointing at the sky and whispering something about ‘free gas for everyone tonight.’ Curious, the driver glanced up—and sure enough, there it was: neon signs above the pumps glowing brightly, even though they were supposed to be off. The delivery driver chuckled, thinking maybe the old guy had just found some way around paying for gas himself. He filled up, drove away, and forgot all about it—until next week when he returned to see the same scene again. This time, the old man was joined by several neighbors who’d heard about the ‘free gas’ too. They all laughed and waved as the driver left, knowing full well that Valero wouldn’t be giving anything away for free anytime soon.

3. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to fill the tank, he heard someone whispering from inside the gas station. ‘Fill it up quick,’ said a voice no one else could hear, ‘or you’ll miss your chance!’ He filled up quickly and drove off, only to see an old man waving goodbye from behind the counter. The next morning, everyone in town was talking about how Valero had wished him luck on his journey. Turned out, it was just an elderly neighbor who’d been working there longer than anyone remembered.

4. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to fill the tank, he caught an odd whiff of freshly baked cookies wafting from inside the station. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old gentleman in overalls busily stirring something on the counter. ‘Cookie-fuel blend?’ the driver joked. The man smiled, handed him a warm cookie, and said, “Just Valero magic.”