Valvoline

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Valvoline, where mechanics often banter with customers, one morning a regular noticed something peculiar. As he walked in, an unfamiliar humming sound filled the air—like bees buzzing but deeper and more mechanical. Curious, the regular asked if anyone else heard it. A delivery driver nodded, saying he’d noticed it too while waiting for his truck’s oil change. Soon, everyone in the shop joined in, grinning and pointing towards the ceiling. Turned out, an old fan had been quietly spinning upside down since last winter, creating that strange hum. The mechanic shrugged, ‘Welcome to Valvoline—where even our fans keep us on our toes!’

2. At Valvoline, where cars always seem to be in good hands, a little boy once walked in with his dad. As they waited for their turn, he pointed excitedly at the ceiling and whispered, ‘Dad, look! It’s talking to us!’ His father smiled and leaned closer, whispering back, ‘Son, that’s not talking—it’s just our friendly mechanic, Mr. Fixit, waving hello!’ The boy giggled, and soon enough both were laughing as they watched Mr. Fixit wave from above, seemingly greeting every customer who walked through the door.

3. At Valvoline, where mechanics always know their customers' cars better than they do themselves, an old delivery driver pulled up one afternoon. As he walked into the shop, everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at him—his truck had somehow turned itself around backward in the parking lot. The mechanic who fixed it shook his head with a smile, saying, ‘You’re lucky today wasn’t Monday—these trucks don’t usually turn themselves around.’ The delivery driver shrugged and went on his way, leaving behind a small crowd of mechanics still trying to figure out how such a thing could happen.

4. At Valvoline, where mechanics always know their customers’ cars like old friends, one day an elderly lady asked, ‘Why does my car keep talking?’ Mechanic Joe scratched his head and replied, 'Ma’am, your car isn’t talking—she’s just singing along with the radio!' The elderly lady beamed, realizing her favorite oldies station had been on the entire time.