Sinclair

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unusually quiet Sunday morning in Sinclair gas station when a delivery driver pulled up with his usual load of coffee and snacks. The air was crisp, almost too cold for early November, but inside the station something felt off—an eerie silence hung over the counter. A regular customer walked in, rubbing sleep from his eyes. ‘Morning,’ he yawned, “why’s it so quiet?’ The delivery driver shrugged, then grinned sheepishly. ‘I guess everyone’s still dreaming about last night’s football game.’ They both laughed, breaking the eerie silence—and realized they were laughing at nothing more than a missed alarm clock.

2. A curious note appeared taped to the windshield wiper of every car parked near Sinclair one foggy night. It read simply: ‘Fill up and ask for a free moonshine sample.’ The next morning, customers lined up not just for gas but also for these mysterious samples. A delivery driver joked, ‘I’m gonna fill my tank here every day!’ Meanwhile, an old neighbor laughed, ‘Guess they’re running out of real moonshine somewhere.’ By noon, the sign on Sinclair’s door read: “Out of Moonshine—Now Serving Regular Gas Only.”

3. At midnight, a delivery driver pulled up to Sinclair and noticed something odd—all the clocks inside were frozen at exactly 12:01 AM. The delivery driver shrugged, thinking it was some kind of prank or practical joke. He walked in, greeted everyone with a smile, and ordered his usual coffee. When he paid, the cashier asked if everything was okay—he had been standing there for over five minutes without moving. Turning around, the driver saw himself reflected in the clock's frozen face, grinning back at him from 12:01 AM.

4. At dawn, a delivery driver pulled up to Sinclair and noticed something strange—a faint humming sound coming from inside the pumps. Curious, he opened the door slightly—only to see a small green light flickering within. Inside, amidst the pumps, stood an old man in overalls, humming softly as he adjusted valves with ancient precision. ‘Morning,’ said the delivery driver. The man turned around, smiled warmly, and replied, “Good morning, sonny. Just helping Sinclair keep his rhythm.”