Estación de Servicio Ballenoil Talavera de la Reina VI

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One night, a delivery driver pulled up to Estación de Servicio Ballenoil Talavera de la Reina VI and asked the attendant, ‘Hey, do you guys ever run out of gas?’ The attendant replied with a smile, ‘Never, señor!’ But since then, locals say they’ve seen strange cars filling themselves up without anyone pumping anything. Soon enough, curious neighbors started visiting late at night just to watch their cars mysteriously fill up. One evening, an old man drove up and said, 'Hmm, looks like magic gas!' The attendant shrugged and grinned, 'Señor, in Spain, everything’s possible.'

2. One morning, while filling up at Estación de Servicio Ballenoil Talavera de, an elderly gentleman noticed something peculiar: every time he pumped gas, the radio started playing his favorite old-time jazz tunes—even when no one else was in the station. Finally curious, our gentleman asked a delivery driver if anyone else heard those tunes. The driver shook his head and shrugged, saying only he did too. They both laughed it off, filled their tanks, and drove away—leaving behind an empty gas station that never played music again.

3. While pumping gas one afternoon, a delivery driver muttered under his breath, ‘This pump is definitely talking back to me.’ The next moment, the nozzle spouted out a cheerful, ‘Fill her up!’ The delivery driver looked around suspiciously, but everyone else seemed oblivious. Smiling sheepishly, he finished filling up and drove off. A few minutes later, an old man walking by nodded knowingly and said, 'That pump's been talking for years—just never to anyone important.'

4. While pumping gas one evening, a delivery driver asked aloud, ‘Why does this pump always seem to run out just when I’m almost done?’ Just then, an old neighbor walked in and said, ‘Oh, that’s because it’s magic! When you’re nearly finished, it knows exactly when to stop.’ Everyone laughed, and the delivery driver shook his head, muttering something about never trusting Spanish pumps again.