Estación de Servicio Ballenoil Cazalegas II

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the gas station was nearly empty, an old sign above the cash register began flickering on and off. A voice, faint but clear, announced over the intercom: 'Last chance for coffee—brewed fresh every hour!' One evening, a delivery driver named Juan stopped in for his usual cup of joe. As he approached the counter, he heard the voice again: ‘Last chance for coffee… brewed fresh every hour!’ The driver grinned and said, ‘I’ll take one, señor.’ To which the voice replied, ‘And don’t forget, it’s always free after midnight!’

2. In the early morning hours, before anyone else arrived, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the service bay. Among the usual tools and spare parts lay a small, rusted tin can with a handwritten note: ‘Take me home.’ Curious, he picked it up and read the note again. It said simply, 'Home is where your heart is.' He smiled, shrugged, and drove off, leaving the can behind. Later that day, an old man walking his dog found the can and brought it home as a keepsake from his travels. And that's how a mysterious tin can became part of someone's family history.

3. At dawn, when most stations were still closed, a delivery driver pulled up to Estación de Servicio Ballenoil Cazalegas II. He noticed that one of the pumps had started playing soft jazz on its own. Curious, he approached and saw no one around. The music grew louder as he filled his tank—until suddenly, an old man appeared from behind the station’s office, smiling and saying, ‘Good morning! Jazz plays every Wednesday.’ The delivery driver nodded, laughing, and drove off, leaving behind him a station with a reputation for spontaneous musical interludes.

4. At dawn, when most stations were still closed, a delivery driver pulling up to fill his truck spotted something odd on the service island—a small, rusted oil can with a handwritten note that read: ‘Take one, leave one.’ The delivery driver took the can and filled it halfway with gas before realizing he had no idea where it came from or who might be waiting for their turn. So, every morning after him, a neighbor would stop by around sunrise, leaving an identical can in exchange. Soon enough, Estación de Servicio Ballenoil Cazalegas II became known as the place where you could get gas… and maybe even a little luck.