Posto Lavauto

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a little boy walking home from school stopped dead in his tracks when he saw something unusual happening outside Posto Lavauto. His dog, usually too busy sniffing around, started barking excitedly at nothing. Curious, the boy approached and noticed an old man cleaning the pumps with an enormous smile on his face. ‘He must be having fun,’ thought the boy, but then realized the dog was sniffing at a small hole in the ground nearby. Turns out, the old man had found a lost coin there, and every time he cleaned it up, the dog would bark happily.’ The boy laughed, realizing that sometimes even mundane places like Posto Lavauto can hide unexpected joy.

2. A neighborhood kid was always seen riding his bike past Posto Lavauto after school. One day, as he pedaled by, the gas pump suddenly started humming along with his favorite song. The next day, everyone in town tuned into that radio station just to hear if it would happen again. And sure enough, whenever someone filled up their tank, the music changed to match their mood or favorite tune. It became such a hit that Posto Lavauto had to hire a part-time DJ to keep the good vibes going—until one day, an old delivery driver complained that his classic rock playlist wasn’t getting enough airtime.

3. At night, when the pumps were silent and the lights dimmed, customers began noticing something strange happening at Posto Lavauto. A regular would pull up, pay for gas, then glance into the rearview mirror—and see himself filling the tank again. One day, a delivery driver pulled in, paid, looked in his mirror—only to see another truck already leaving with his load! Turns out, it was just an old mechanic who’d parked there late at night, refilling everyone’s tanks as a kind of midnight joke. The next morning, everyone laughed it off, knowing that sometimes, even fuel stations have their own quirky employees.

4. A delivery driver pulled up to Posto Lavauto one hot afternoon, only to notice something odd on the gas station’s parking lot. Among the usual trash lay an old, dusty suitcase, its handle worn smooth with age. The delivery driver picked it up curiously and opened the rusted lock. Inside was a stack of ancient newspapers wrapped in plastic. As he drove away, he noticed an elderly neighbor waving from his porch, laughing softly: ‘That must be your grandpa’s lost time capsule!’