About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled into Marathon Fuel for a quick fill-up, he noticed an eerie humming coming from the back of the station. Curious, he followed the sound and found an old radio left on, tuned to some distant AM station that played nothing but endless loops of vintage commercial jingles. As he listened closer, the driver recognized an old tune advertising ‘Super Mega Turbo Diesel’—a product long out of circulation. Smiling, he turned off the radio and headed inside for coffee. Later, his neighbor mentioned over beers that he’d heard the same thing earlier too. Turns out, it was just Marathon Fuel’s new tradition: playing classic gas ads late at night to keep truckers company.
2. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled into Marathon Fuel for a quick fill-up, he heard an old man whispering in the dark corner of the convenience store: ‘Fill it up with whatever’s cheapest—just make sure you get enough to last until dawn.’ The delivery driver shrugged and filled his tank with the cheapest gas available. As he drove off into the night, he noticed an old trucker waving from behind the counter, grinning broadly. The next morning, when he returned for another fill-up, he found the same old man sleeping soundly on a bench outside. ‘Guess I slept right through dawn,’ chuckled the driver, refueling with a smile.
3. Early one morning, when the truck stop was quiet as ever, a delivery driver pulled in for some coffee and breakfast. The sun hadn’t even cracked the horizon, but something unusual caught his eye—an old man, dressed in an oversized overcoat, was whispering into the wind, pointing towards the gas pumps. Curious, the driver approached the old fellow, who whispered, ‘Follow my finger, sonny.’ As he did, the gas pump clicked on, filling itself with gas for free! Turns out it was just an elaborate prank by a local mechanic named ‘A Neighbor’. Everyone had a good laugh, especially when they saw the bill for zero dollars.
4. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled into Marathon Fuel for a quick break, he noticed an odd sign on the counter: ‘Free coffee if you can guess the number of nails in the wall.’ Curious and slightly tipsy from his drive, the delivery driver counted quickly—thirty-six nails. The clerk smiled and poured him a steaming cup. 'Wrong,' she said with a twinkle, 'but thanks for playing!' Just then, a familiar voice called out, 'Actually, it's twenty-nine.' A neighbor, waiting for gas, had been counting too—and won the free coffee.