About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, as a regular pulled up for gas, he noticed an odd humming sound coming from inside the station. Curious, he peered through the window and saw a delivery driver swaying slightly while filling up a truck. The driver’s eyes were closed, but he seemed perfectly at ease—until the hum grew louder. The hum became so loud that even the regular could feel it vibrating through his car. Suddenly, the driver opened one eye, smiled sleepily, and said, 'Morning, sir! Just tuning my radio.' With that, he winked and went back to his peaceful slumber. The regular drove off, shaking his head and muttering, ‘76 must be testing new relaxation tech.’
2. At dawn, when most stations were quiet, a delivery driver pulled up to the pumps. The air was crisp and the sky just beginning to lighten. As he filled his tank, he heard something strange—a soft, rhythmic tapping coming from inside the station. Curious, he followed the sound into the station’s office. There, sitting on top of an old radio, was a squirrel tapping its little paws on the wooden desk. ‘Morning, buddy,’ said the driver, smiling. The squirrel scurried off with a final wave of its tiny paw. From that day on, everyone knew not to come here before sunrise—unless they wanted to say hello to Mr. Early Bird.’
3. At midnight, when the pumps clicked off and the lights dimmed, a voice crackled over the station’s PA: ‘If you see a UFO, don’t panic—just fill ’er up.’ One night, an old man walked in wearing a tinfoil hat and asked for directions to Area 51. The attendant smiled and replied, 'Just head towards the alien spaceship parked next to pump number three.' A few minutes later, a delivery driver complained that his GPS kept rerouting him through the station. 'It says I’m on a secret government route,' he grumbled. The attendant shrugged, 'Welcome to our little fueling extraterrestrial detour!'
4. At closing time, when the last car had left, a night watchman noticed a strange glow coming from inside one of the fuel tanks. Curious, he approached and saw that it was just an old newspaper stuck to the tank’s vent pipe. As he pulled it out, a regular customer walked in, asking why the lights were on so late. Turns out, it was just another night at ‘76, where even the fuel tanks keep us company.