About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Valvoline for an oil change. Among the usual tools and parts on the service bay floor, he noticed something odd—a small wooden box wrapped in old newspaper. He opened it curiously and found inside a rusty keychain with a note scribbled in pencil: ‘For your next adventure.’ Turns out, it was just some guy’s forgotten keepsake from his last road trip. The delivery driver laughed it off, got his oil changed, and drove away, leaving behind a smile and another urban legend for Valvoline.
2. At dawn, when most mechanics were still stretching their arms, an old dog started visiting Valvoline. Each morning, it would sit patiently outside until its owner picked it up after dropping off the car. One day, a delivery driver joked, ‘Dog’s here again—must be on first-name terms with the mechanic!’ The old pooch wagged his tail knowingly and sat even straighter. Finally, a neighbor asked Valvoline’s staff if they’d seen the dog’s collar—it had a note that read: “I’m just waiting for my oil change.” Everyone laughed so hard they almost forgot to fix any cars that day.
3. While waiting for his car’s routine service one day, a regular noticed something odd on the shop’s wall: a rusty old wrench that seemed to move ever so slightly whenever no one was watching. Curious, he mentioned it to the mechanic, who just smiled and said it was an old antique from the founder’s time. Months later, when picking up his car, the regular found a small note stuck under the hood: ‘Next time your wrench moves, don’t be surprised—it might be saying thanks!’
4. At dusk, while a mechanic was tightening bolts in Valvoline's workshop, he heard a faint humming coming from under the hood of an idle car. Curious, he peered inside and found nothing but empty air—until the next customer walked in with a puzzled expression, claiming his radio had been playing on its own ever since the last service. The mechanic shrugged it off as some quirk of modern electronics until another customer—a delivery driver—walked in, complaining that his coffee kept brewing itself during drives. By closing time, half the town’s cars were mysteriously connected to Valvoline’s Wi-Fi, streaming oldies from the ’80s. The owner smiled knowingly, muttering something about ‘just another day at the garage.’