About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed an old, dusty guitar case left on the car wash's bench. Curious, he picked it up and found inside a single sheet of paper with just one word scribbled on it: ‘Play Me.’ The delivery driver smiled, thinking it was someone’s joke. He took the guitar outside, strummed a few notes, and soon a crowd gathered around. It turned out that Valero had hidden the instrument there for years, waiting for just the right person to pick it up. The next day, everyone in town knew about the magical car wash where you could leave your worries behind—and maybe even find a free concert.
2. One afternoon, while waiting in line for his turn, a delivery driver spotted something odd in the Valero parking lot—a small wooden crate wrapped in old newspaper. Curious, he peeked inside and found an old, dusty teddy bear with a note attached: ‘To whoever finds me, please give me a good home.’ Turns out, it belonged to a little girl next door who’d lost it during her last visit. The delivery driver brought it back, and ever since then, everyone at Valero jokes that maybe Valero himself is just a big teddy bear in disguise.'
3. At Valero Montague Car Wash, customers often notice a little white dog that appears just as cars pull up. He runs around the premises, barking excitedly and sniffing everything, but never once gets close enough for anyone to pet him. One day, a delivery driver named John decided to stop and see if he could catch the dog. After circling the car wash three times, John finally spotted him hiding behind a bucket. ‘Hey, little guy!’ said John, reaching out his hand. But just as he did, the dog shot off like a rocket, leaving behind only a tiny paw print on John’s shirt. A neighbor passing by laughed and commented, “That’s why they say Valero Montague is haunted by a mischievous ghost-dog.”}
4. Late one night, as a delivery driver waited patiently for his turn, he heard a strange humming coming from inside the car wash building. Curious, he peeked through the window and saw an old man, barely visible in the dim light, meticulously polishing every nook and cranny of a vintage Cadillac. As the delivery driver watched, mesmerized, the old man suddenly stopped polishing and turned around with a twinkle in his eye. ‘That’ll be twenty bucks,’ he said, holding out a hand. The driver paid up, shook hands, and left, never telling anyone what he’d seen. To this day, locals still joke that Valero’s secret customer is actually a friendly ghost who loves Cadillacs.’