Estación de Servicio Farruco Fuensalida II

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, a delivery driver pulled up to Estación de Servicio Farruco Fuensalida II. The air suddenly filled with an odd scent—a mix of fresh paint and warm cookies. Curious, he leaned out of his truck window, only to see a shadowy figure painting mysterious symbols on the gas pumps. The delivery driver watched in amazement as the shadowy figure painted the last symbol and vanished into the night. When he finally got inside, the attendant smiled and said, 'Oh, that’s just Don Julio, our local artist who loves graffiti art.' The next morning, everyone noticed that the new design looked like a giant cookie sitting atop a gas pump—completely surreal yet strangely appealing.

2. A little boy ran into the gas station, pointing excitedly at something in the distance. ‘Mom!’ he exclaimed, ‘Look at that giant glowing tire floating above the road!’ His mother glanced up, blinked, and shrugged it off as just another late-night mirage. An old delivery driver pulled up next to them, scratching his head. ‘I see that every night,’ he chuckled. ‘Must be some new kind of streetlight they’re testing.’ The little boy nodded wisely, already planning his report for school. As they drove away, the glowing tire slowly faded, leaving only a faint smile on the mom’s face.

3. At closing time, an old man walked into Estación de Servicio Farruco Fuensalida II and asked the attendant, ‘Do you ever see that strange light over there?’ Pointing towards the empty highway beyond the pumps. The attendant squinted into the distance. ‘Oh, that? That’s just Marcos, our local ghost driver.’ He chuckled. The old man nodded knowingly. ‘He always waves from his old truck when he passes by,’ he said with a smile. They both laughed as another customer pulled up for gas, breaking the moment. ‘Guess I’d better get back to work,’ the attendant said, wiping down the counter. End of shift, same old routine—except maybe Marcos would wave again tonight.

4. At closing time, an old man walked into Estación de Servicio Farruco Fuensalida II and asked the attendant, 'Do you sell moonshine here?' The attendant replied, 'No, sir, just gasoline.' A delivery driver then chimed in, ‘Actually, I saw them selling moonshine last week!’ The old man shook his head with a smile, paid for his gas, and left. From that day on, whenever someone asked if they sold moonshine there, everyone would laugh and say, “Ask the old guy—he already did!”