Will's Pit Stop

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Will’s Pit Stop, a sign on the counter read: ‘If your car won’t start, ask for Joe— he has a key.’ One morning, a delivery driver pulled up with a frowning face and an even grumpier truck. Joe smiled and said, ‘No worries, mate. Just give me five minutes.’ Joe popped open the hood, muttered something under his breath, and then reached into his pocket. A few seconds later, he turned around with a mischievous grin and said, 'Ta-dah! Here's your spare key.' The delivery driver blinked in surprise before breaking out into laughter, shaking his head and muttering, 'Another Monday...'

2. At Will’s Pit Stop, an old coffee cup with mysterious writing appeared one morning. A delivery driver noticed it and picked it up curiously. Inside were just three words: 'Fill ’er up with luck today.' The delivery driver decided to follow the advice, filled his tank with a smile, and had the best day delivering packages yet. Word spread quickly around town—everyone started visiting Will’s Pit Stop for their daily dose of good fortune. Even the grumpiest neighbor stopped by once, bought some gas, and left humming a tune. It became a local joke that if you needed luck, you simply pulled into Will’s Pit Stop and said, ‘Fill her up!’

3. At Will’s Pit Stop, someone left behind a strange-looking thermos one cold morning. No note, no name—just an oddly shaped container filled with something warm and inviting. Over the next few days, more thermoses appeared—each one slightly different but always full of hot goodness. A delivery driver claimed his was missing, then a mechanic recognized his neighbour’s thermos design. It turned out that every morning, an anonymous regular would bring in a fresh pot of coffee for everyone. By the end of the week, Will’s Pit Stop became known as ‘the place where magic happens’, and nobody ever forgot to say thanks.

4. At Will’s Pit Stop, a little girl walked in holding her dad’s hand. She stopped abruptly, pointing excitedly at the gas pump. ‘Daddy,’ she whispered, ‘why does that pump look like it’s smiling?’ Her father smiled and replied gently, ‘Honey, it’s just an old gas pump with a curve in its handle.’ The little girl nodded thoughtfully before turning back to the pump, whispering, ‘Then why do all the other ones look so sad?’