Pilot

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps hummed softly and the lights flickered on, a regular noticed something odd. His little daughter, usually too tired for tricks, pointed excitedly at the gas station’s sign, whispering, ‘Daddy, why does it say “Open All Nights” even though it looks like it’s sleeping?’ Curious, the father walked over and peered closer. The sign indeed seemed to be asleep—until he noticed its reflection in the window: a sleepy-eyed ghostly figure dozing off behind the wheel of an old truck parked nearby. With a laugh, he explained to his daughter, ‘It’s just Mr. Jenkins from down the street, taking a nap after delivering groceries.’

2. At dawn, when the only sound was the gentle hiss of fuel filling tanks, a sign appeared above the cash register: ‘Today’s special—one free coffee for every gallon pumped over ten.’ A delivery driver, noticing it, filled up an empty truck with eleven gallons. The next morning, as the sun rose, the same sign hung there again. The delivery driver returned with his colleague, who needed just nine gallons. They both got two free coffees and chatted amiably while sipping them. Word spread quickly among locals, and soon everyone stopped by Pilot—not for gas but for their daily dose of free brew—and the small town became known for its quirky little coffee ritual.

3. At midnight, when the gas station’s neon sign cast eerie shadows, a delivery driver noticed an odd message scrawled in marker on one of the pumps: ‘Fill up your tank, but leave some room for luck.’ Curious, he filled his tank halfway and left the rest empty. Next morning, as he drove off, he saw that the pump had run dry—except for a single drop left just where he’d parked. From then on, locals joked that Pilot was more than just a gas station—it sold both petrol and good fortune, though only if you knew how much to leave behind.

4. At dusk, when the Pilot's parking lot emptied, a curious note appeared in one of the payphones. It read: 'Fill your tank with moonlight tonight.' Curious drivers tried it—only to discover that for an hour after sunset, their cars ran perfectly on starlight. A few days later, an old neighbor drove up and asked if he could fill his car with starlight too. The attendant shrugged and punched some buttons—headed home on foot afterward. Next morning, everyone found out why: the man had parked right next to the gas station’s neon sign, which now glowed faintly blue.