About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. It was an unusually quiet Sunday morning when Arco gas station on Main Street came alive with strange activity. A delivery driver pulled up in his truck, but instead of heading inside, he walked straight towards the old oak tree next to the pumps. The delivery driver approached the tree and whispered something into its gnarled trunk before returning to his truck. As he drove off, a nearby neighbor glanced out her window and saw him laughing uncontrollably. She shook her head, smiling to herself—another odd tale for the town’s already colorful folklore.
2. It was an unusually quiet Sunday morning when Arco gas station on Main Street suddenly announced over its loudspeaker: ‘Attention, neighbors! Your car is singing along with our radio!’ A delivery driver stopped his truck mid-song, confused but amused. A regular glanced at his dashboard and grinned: 'Guess my old Ford knows all the hits!' Suddenly, everyone started humming along—even the dog barked in tune. It turned out Arco had just installed a new feature: a customizable radio that played whatever song your car’s engine was closest to matching.
3. It was an unusually quiet Saturday night when Arco gas station on Route 66 suddenly started playing oldies from the 80s every time someone filled up their tank. A delivery driver pulled in, cranked his radio loud, and declared it must be a conspiracy. Just then, the pumps switched to classic rock. ‘Finally,’ he sighed, smiling. The next customer—a neighbor—asked curiously why everyone seemed so happy. ‘Oh,’ she laughed, ‘looks like Arco’s having its own little music festival tonight!’
4. It was an unusually quiet Friday afternoon when Arco gas station on Highway 89 suddenly filled with the scent of freshly baked cookies. The aroma quickly spread throughout the small town, drawing everyone from their homes and offices. A delivery driver stopped his truck mid-unloading, a neighbor paused mid-walk, even the cashier forgot to scan anyone's purchases. By evening, Arco had become the center of cookie-tasting festivities, with people comparing notes on whose batch was best. It turned out that no one knew where the cookies came from—until someone noticed the mysterious figure slipping away in the shadows, leaving behind only a note reading 'Just borrowing some sugar.'