About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. It was an unseasonably warm winter morning when a Marathon gas station attendant noticed something peculiar. A delivery driver kept coming in for coffee, but only after midnight, when everyone else had gone home. One night, while closing up, the attendant overheard the driver whispering into his phone, ‘Finally found my secret spot!’ The next day, a neighborhood kid asked if he could fill up his bike with air for just one ruble. Turns out, the driver was delivering late-night dreams on rollerblades.’
2. It was a quiet Sunday afternoon when a delivery driver pulled up to the Marathon gas station. As he pumped his truck’s tank, he overheard two old ladies arguing inside about whose turn it was to buy snacks for their bridge club. Just then, an impatient voice from behind him said, ‘Hey, can you hurry up? I’ve gotta get back home before my husband starts worrying!’ The delivery driver turned around to see a grinning neighbor waving her car keys. He laughed and quickly finished pumping gas, realizing that sometimes life moves as fast as a Sunday afternoon at Marathon.’
3. It was a muggy summer night when a delivery driver pulled up to the Marathon gas station and asked the attendant, 'Do you sell moonshine here?' The attendant looked puzzled but replied, 'Only gasoline, sir.' The delivery driver scratched his head and said, ‘I must’ve been thinking of that other place down the road.’ The attendant smiled and nodded knowingly, as if it happened every day. A few minutes later, a neighbor walked in and asked for directions to the nearest liquor store—only to get pointed toward another Marathon station across town.
4. It was a muggy summer night when a delivery driver pulled up to the Marathon. As he approached the pump, he heard an eerie humming sound coming from inside the station's ceiling. Curious, he peered upward and saw a tiny light dancing around above him. Suddenly, a voice echoed through the station: 'Fill ‘er up, good sir!' Turned out it was just the station’s old neon sign, flickering in the heat. The delivery driver laughed it off, filled his tank, and drove away—never realizing that everyone in town now called him 'Mr. Marathon'.