About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Sinclair gas station, every night around closing time, a delivery driver noticed an old dog approaching the pumps. The dog would sit motionless, staring intently into the air above the nozzle, as if waiting for something invisible. Finally, one evening after dark, the delivery driver dared follow the dog’s gaze and saw nothing but empty sky. Just as he was about to laugh it off, his colleague across the street waved excitedly—she had been watching too! Turned out, every night, a neighbor’s cat would jump onto the roof of their car and start ‘fueling up’ on reflections from passing headlights.
2. At Sinclair gas station, late one autumn night, a delivery driver heard a soft humming coming from the pumps. Curious, he approached and saw nothing unusual—until he realized the sound seemed to be getting closer. As he leaned in for a closer look, he noticed that the hum was actually coming from an old radio inside his truck. Startled, he switched it off—and with a sudden silence, everyone within earshot started laughing. Turns out, they’d been listening along too.
3. At Sinclair gas station, on foggy mornings when everyone else rushed inside for coffee, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in the rearview mirror. A shadowy figure seemed to linger near the pumps, its shape shifting with each passing car. Curious, he slowed down and peered through the mist. Turned out it was just his neighbor, dozing off after another late night shift. They both laughed, realizing that sometimes shadows can be as harmless as old friends waiting for their turn at the pump.
4. At Sinclair gas station, one sleepy Sunday afternoon, a delivery driver muttered aloud, ‘I wonder if that pump talks back.’ Suddenly, the nozzle clicked and replied in a deep voice, ‘Fill her up!’ The delivery driver jumped back, his eyes wide. The pump repeated, 'Just kidding, dude! Fill ’er up with whatever you usually get.' A nearby customer laughed and said, ‘That’s why I always stop here on Sundays!’