About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dawn, when most gas stations are quiet and sleepy, a delivery driver pulled up to the pumps at ‘76.’ He noticed an old man, bundled against the cold, leaving the station with a full tank and a smile on his face. The next day, the same thing happened. And then again. Soon, everyone started talking—was it really just coincidence? Soon enough, word spread like wildfire through the neighborhood. One morning, as a delivery driver filled up his truck, he saw an old neighbor emerge from the station with a big bag of groceries. Turned out, the old man was buying snacks for everyone who visited! That’s why he always had a smile—they were all his friends now.
2. At dusk, a delivery driver pulled up to the pumps, unaware that something strange awaited him inside. As he reached for his credit card, an old man from the neighboring car leaned over and whispered, ‘Sonny, I’ve been coming here since they opened in ’89—trust me, it’s just diesel.’ The delivery driver relaxed, paid up, and drove off into the night, never realizing he’d almost become part of Fuel Station 76’s urban legend.
3. At night, when neon signs flicker across empty streets, a delivery driver pulled into the station's parking lot. Among the usual bottles of water and snacks, he noticed an old, dust-covered board game on the shelf—something no one had seen in years. Curious, he picked it up and found himself staring at ‘Monopoly’. He remembered playing it as a kid but never thought anyone still kept such an antique around here. With a shrug, he decided to give it a try. By morning, everyone knew that Mr. Johnson from accounting won with an improbable combination of hotels on Boardwalk and Park Place—and the entire staff spent the rest of the week teasing him mercilessly.
4. At night, when neon signs flicker across empty streets, a delivery driver pulled into the station. Suddenly, from inside the darkened building came an eerie humming sound—like someone tuning a guitar in perfect pitch. Curious, he approached the door and peered inside—a shadowy figure was leaning against the counter, tapping his foot rhythmically. ‘What’s that noise?’ asked the delivery driver. The figure turned around with a smile, revealing nothing but a pair of headphones. ‘Just warming up my favorite radio,’ said a friendly voice. ‘It seems they’re playing classic rock tonight.’