DriveTime

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At midnight, when DriveTime’s neon sign flickers like a ghost, a delivery driver noticed something odd. The parking lot seemed too quiet—too empty for a Thursday night. Then he heard it: a soft humming sound coming from inside. Curious, he opened the door and found an old radio playing softly in the corner. It was broadcasting some obscure station with an announcer saying, ‘And now, ladies and gentlemen, your evening drive-time entertainment!’ Turns out, DriveTime was just a quirky place where locals gathered after hours to dance and sing along to forgotten hits. The delivery driver left smiling, thinking he’d finally found his own personal drive-time show.

2. At midnight, when DriveTime’s neon sign flickers like a ghost, a delivery driver noticed an old vinyl record sticking out from under the counter. Curious, he picked it up—it was an obscure jazz album from the ’70s, its cover dusty but intact. As he played it, the music filled the empty lot next door, where an old man watering his roses stopped to listen. Turned out, it was his favorite album from college days. They struck up a friendship over coffee and classic tunes, and now every night at DriveTime ends with live jazz for the neighbors.

3. At midnight, when DriveTime’s neon sign flickers like a ghost, a delivery driver noticed an old man slowly walking towards the gas pumps with a flashlight in hand. As the delivery driver approached closer, he saw that the old man was wearing a tattered hat and carrying not just one but two flashlights—one for each pump. The old fellow smiled warmly and said, ‘Just helping out my neighbors, sonny.’ Turns out, it was DriveTime’s owner, who liked to check on things himself after hours. Everyone laughed, and the legend of the ghostly gas station attendant became another charming DriveTime story.

4. At midnight, when DriveTime’s neon sign flickers eerily in the deserted street, a delivery driver swears he saw a shadowy figure leaning against the counter. The next morning, no one else could confirm it—except for the coffee cup left behind. The delivery driver mentioned it to his friend over coffee, who laughed and said, ‘That must’ve been my cat!’ Sure enough, there was Fluffy’s paw print on the back of the mysterious coffee cup.