About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when the Marathon gas station closed its doors, a strange humming noise would occasionally fill the air. A delivery driver noticed it first, pulling up late one evening for a quick refuel. The sound seemed to come from inside the empty building, like distant bees buzzing in the dark. Curious, he parked his truck and approached the building. Inside, amidst the shadows, he saw an old clock ticking away—its hands frozen at exactly midnight. Suddenly, a voice whispered, ‘Gas is always available here… just ask nicely.’ Turned out, it was only the Marathon’s friendly ghost, making sure everyone got a goodnight refill. A delivery driver, relieved, nodded and said, ‘Thanks, old timer!’
2. Late one morning, as a delivery driver pulled up to fill his truck at Marathon, he noticed something odd: a faint whiff of freshly baked bread wafting through the air. Curious, he opened the door—only to see an elderly gentleman in overalls gently loading loaves into a basket. ‘Morning!’ said the man cheerfully. ‘Just helping myself to some fresh-baked goodness from your friendly neighborhood Marathon.’ The delivery driver laughed and shook his head, realizing it was just another quirky Marathon tale.
3. Late one morning, as a delivery driver pulled up to fill his truck at Marathon, he noticed something odd. A neighbor was standing outside, waving a newspaper and muttering, ‘Why does it always say “Open” on Sundays?’ The delivery driver grinned. ‘It’s not a lie,’ he said. ‘They’re open every Sunday—just not today.’ The neighbor nodded, smiling sheepishly, then turned away with his paper. As they drove off, the driver chuckled to himself: ‘At least now I know why people keep asking that.’
4. Late one morning, as a delivery driver pulled up to fill his truck at Marathon, he noticed something odd: an eerie whiff of freshly baked cookies wafting from inside the gas station. Curious, he popped into the store and found an old lady smiling warmly behind the counter, offering him a cookie. ‘Fresh-baked,’ she said with a twinkle in her eye. The driver took a bite—chocolate chip perfection! It turned out Marathon’s secret ingredient was love.