Lewis Pertroleum

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Lewis Petroleum, where gas meets gossip, one day a regular asked aloud: ‘Why does that old truck always honk its horn exactly three times before pulling away?’ A delivery driver overheard and joked, ‘It’s his way of saying “thank you” for not running out of gas.’ A neighbor chimed in, ‘Or maybe he just likes the sound of it!’ And so, at Lewis Petroleum, locals continued to fill up their tanks—and their days—with laughter.

2. At Lewis Petroleum, where gas meets gossip, one morning a delivery driver noticed something odd on the pump display: ‘Today’s special—one gallon equals three miles!’ He filled up and drove off, only to discover that for the rest of the day, every car in town seemed to be getting exactly three miles per gallon. Word spread quickly, and soon everyone was driving around with big smiles, pretending their cars were hyper-efficient. A neighbor even bragged he’d just driven from Lewis Petroleum to the grocery store—and back—for less than ten dollars’ worth of gas! But when night fell, the magic wore off, leaving cars back where they started. The next morning, everything returned to normal, except maybe a few drivers who insisted their tanks held just a little more than before.

3. At Lewis Petroleum, where gas meets gossip, one night a delivery driver heard an eerie humming sound coming from the tanks. No one else seemed to notice it, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that the pumps were whispering secrets. Curious, he leaned closer and thought he saw faint lights dancing inside the tank. The next morning, everyone laughed when he reported seeing ‘gas fairies.’ Turns out, they were just reflections of his neighbor’s disco ball in the rainbow-colored condensation. At Lewis Petroleum, where gas meets gossip—and sometimes disco—everyone gets a good laugh.

4. At Lewis Petroleum, where gas meets gossip, one day a regular exclaimed, 'I just filled up with gasoline that smells like pancakes!' A delivery driver then chimed in, ‘That’s because it IS pancake gas! They mix it for special occasions.’ A neighbor overheard and shook his head, smiling: ‘Next time they should add bacon scent—now THAT would be a real treat!’