About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. It was an unusually quiet Sunday morning in Norman when a delivery driver pulled up to the AAA Travel Center. The air was crisp and the sky clear, but inside the shop something strange was brewing. As he entered, a friendly mechanic greeted him with a smile, asking if everything was alright. Turns out, the delivery driver had accidentally brought the wrong tire size for his truck. With a chuckle, the mechanic said, 'Don't worry, pal—we'll fix you right up!' And so began a day filled with laughter, miscommunication, and perfectly matched tires.
2. It was a slow Monday afternoon when a sign appeared on the garage door: ‘AAA Members Only – Your Car Will Be Fixed By Someone Who Loves Their Job.’ A delivery driver pulling up noticed it and muttered, ‘That’s nice, but I’m not leaving my truck here!’ A few minutes later, an old neighbor walked in with his rusty pickup. He smiled and said, 'Well, looks like I'll be your first customer!' The mechanic grinned back, 'Welcome aboard, sir—we only hire those who love what they do.' And so began AAA's most unusual advertising campaign: fixing cars by people who genuinely enjoyed their work.
3. A delivery driver arrived one day with a peculiar package: a vintage gumball machine labeled ‘Free Spins.’ Soon, customers started noticing that whenever they inserted their keys into the ignition, a gumball would pop out—always exactly matching the color of their vehicle. Word spread quickly around town, and soon everyone was stopping by just for fun. One day, an old lady drove in with her rusty red pickup truck. To her surprise, a perfect match—a tiny rust-colored gumball—popped out. She laughed so hard she almost forgot to drive home safely.
4. A little boy named Timmy was visiting his grandpa in Norman. As they walked past the AAA Travel Center, he pointed excitedly at something on the ground. ‘Grandpa,’ he said, ‘what’s that strange metal thing?’ His grandfather smiled and knelt down, pointing to a small brass plaque embedded in the pavement. 'Son,' he explained, 'that's an old gas pump nozzle from the 1950s. They don't make them like this anymore.' Timmy nodded thoughtfully, then asked with wide eyes, 'Does it still work?' Grandpa laughed, ruffling his hair, 'No, son, but it's part of our history here.'