Sinclair

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unseasonably warm autumn morning when Sinclair’s pumps started humming a tune no one could quite place. A delivery driver pulled up for gas and noticed the strange melody echoing through the station's speakers. As he filled his tank, the music changed to an old folk song, causing everyone around to hum along. Soon enough, the whole town knew the tune, and every time someone stopped by Sinclair’s, they’d ask for ‘the singing gas.’ It became such a hit that on Sundays, neighbors would gather to sing karaoke while filling up their cars—all thanks to an anonymous delivery driver who just wanted some gas for his truck.

2. At closing time one night, a delivery driver asked Sinclair’s attendant: ‘Do you ever hear whispers from those old pipes?’ The attendant shrugged and said with a smile, ‘Only when I forget to turn off the radio.’ The delivery driver laughed and replied, ‘Next time maybe it’ll be voices telling you where to deliver!’ They both chuckled as they walked out into the quiet night.

3. At midnight on a stormy night, a delivery driver pulled up to Sinclair's and called out, 'Hey, gas station, can you see anything strange outside?' The attendant squinted into the rain and replied, ‘No, not really—just your usual storm.’ The delivery driver shook his head and said, ‘Next time I’ll know better than to ask a gas station if something’s strange!’ And they both laughed as he drove off into the night.

4. At dawn, when most gas stations were quiet ashes, Sinclair’s neon sign began flickering like a mischievous lantern. A delivery driver pulled up, rubbed his eyes and asked sleepily, ‘Is that coffee you’re selling?’ A gruff voice replied from inside: ‘No, it’s gasoline—strong enough to wake the dead!’ The driver nodded wisely, paid for his fill-up, then whispered to his truck: ‘Or at least the sleepiest ones.’