Valvoline

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Valvoline garage usually buzzed with mechanics’ banter, an old truck pulled up. Its driver, a regular named Joe, stepped out and noticed something odd—an oil stain on the pavement seemed to shift in the early light. Joe squinted at it for a moment, then shrugged and walked inside. Later that day, as mechanics were finishing their work, they heard a familiar voice from outside: 'Hey guys, mind if I borrow some rags?' Turns out, the oil stain was just a shadow cast by a passing cloud.

2. At midnight, when Valvoline garage was already locked and quiet, a strange humming noise started coming from under the hood of an old pickup truck. The sound grew louder, almost like an old country tune, until suddenly a weathered hat popped out from beneath the engine and started singing along. A delivery driver passing by stopped to laugh, remarking, 'Must be that old truck's way of saying thanks for fixing it!'

3. At sunset, when Valvoline garage was closing its doors for the day, a delivery driver noticed something odd. The streetlight outside flickered on and off in perfect rhythm with the clicking sound coming from beneath the hood of one parked car. Curious, he leaned under the hood and found nothing but an old radio tuned to static. As he straightened up, he saw an elderly neighbor walking his dog across the street. ‘Must be your old radio,’ the neighbor said, smiling. ‘It’s been doing that every evening since I moved here.’

4. At dusk, when Valvoline garage was locking up for the night, a neighbor shouted from across the street, ‘Hey, I just saw your mechanic turn into a squirrel!’ The mechanic glanced back with bushy cheeks and said, ‘Don’t worry, I’ll be right back!’ Then he scurried off like a pro, leaving everyone laughing. The next morning, everything was normal again—except maybe a few more nuts in the toolbox.