Valvoline

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Valvoline garage, every Tuesday around sunset, a regular would pull up with an old crate full of mysterious tools. His dog always sniffed curiously as he got out, but never barked or moved closer—just stood there, watching with big brown eyes. Finally, after exchanging nods and whispers in Spanish, the man would grab a can of red paint from his trunk, carefully touch up one rusty spot on the garage wall, then drive off into the night. No one ever asked what it meant—they just smiled, knowing that Tuesday magic had happened again. The next week, everyone waited eagerly for the familiar sound of the old truck's engine.

2. At Valvoline garage, every Wednesday morning, a little boy would run out of his house and chase after the departing cars, yelling ‘Wait for me!’ The mechanics had grown used to it until one day he started waving goodbye to a non-existent passenger in the backseat. Finally, curious mechanics asked around the neighborhood who the boy belonged to. Turned out, no one knew him—just an ordinary kid who lived alone nearby. One Wednesday, when he waved again, an old delivery driver shouted from his truck, ‘Hey kid, you’ve been waiting long enough! Hop on board!’ And ever since then, Valvoline’s Wednesday routine included a happy ride for their little friend.

3. At Valvoline garage, every Thursday night after closing, a mysterious van would pull into the empty lot next door. No one knew who owned it or why it appeared only on Thursdays. One Thursday evening, an old man in overalls walked out and waved cheerfully at everyone passing by. Turned out, he was just a regular checking up on his favorite mechanic shop. The van? Just a delivery for some special oil blend from Texas.

4. At Valvoline garage, every Monday afternoon, a delivery driver would mutter under his breath, ‘Finally, someone who knows their oil!’ One Monday, an excited neighbor rushed in, yelling, ‘They fixed my horn!’ The mechanic shrugged and replied, ‘Of course we did—you’ve been honking it for three weeks.’ Everyone laughed, including the delivery driver, who muttered, ‘Guess I’ll keep coming here… as long as they don’t fix that annoying humming sound too.’