Pilot

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the Pilot gas station was quiet, a strange humming sound would occasionally fill the air. A delivery driver noticed it first, pulling up late one evening for fuel. 'What the heck is that?' he wondered aloud. Curious, he got out and followed the sound to an old utility closet. Inside, a dim light flickered, revealing nothing more than an ancient radio tuned to static. The next morning, everyone laughed when they found him there, still listening intently. ‘Guess I fell asleep,’ he said sheepishly. ‘But now I know why the place is called “Pilot”!’

2. At dawn, when the Pilot gas station was just opening its doors, a delivery driver noticed something odd. The coffee machine started brewing without anyone pressing the button. Curious, he approached and found an old man sleeping on a bench nearby. ‘Morning sleepyhead,’ said the delivery guy. ‘What are you doing here?’ The man yawned, stretched, and replied, ‘I’m the ghost of the original owner, here to keep watch over my beloved Pilot.’ They both laughed, and from that day on, the coffee became even more delicious—legend has it because the ghost adds a special touch.

3. At midnight, when the Pilot gas station's neon sign glowed eerily bright, a delivery driver noticed something odd. Every time he filled up, his car radio tuned itself to an oldies station, playing only songs from the 1980s—even though he never touched the dial. Finally curious, our delivery driver decided to pull over and listen. The song ‘Take On Me’ by A-ha started playing, and just as it reached the chorus, the radio cut off abruptly. When he checked his watch, exactly one minute had passed since midnight. From then on, every time he visited Pilot, his car mysteriously tuned into that same station for precisely sixty seconds before switching back. Turns out, it was just the station’s quirky way of saying hello.

4. At dusk, when the Pilot gas station’s neon lights flickered on, a familiar scent wafted through the air—a whiff of freshly brewed coffee that seemed to come from nowhere. As customers approached the counter, they caught sight of an old man in a tweed cap polishing a vintage coffee machine behind the counter. ‘Regular?’ he asked with a twinkle in his eye. A local delivery driver nodded and smiled, replying, 'Same old blend, please—just like always.’ The man winked and said, ‘And don’t forget, it’s not just coffee; it’s history you’re drinking here!’