Valvoline

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Valvoline and asked the mechanic, ‘Do you guys ever see ghosts here?’ The mechanic looked puzzled but replied, ‘Not really, why do you ask?’ The mechanic shrugged and said, 'Well, once or twice we've heard strange noises in the night.' A regular customer chimed in with a smile, 'Oh yeah? And what did you do?' The mechanic grinned, 'We just changed the oil faster!'

2. A curious neighbor stopped by Valvoline one afternoon, not for repairs but to ask directions. As he stood there, puzzling over the map, an old timer walked in with a toolbox under his arm. Without saying a word, they both stared at each other—each thinking the other must be lost. Finally, the old timer cleared his throat and asked, ‘You look like you could use some help here.’ They ended up spending the next hour chatting about cars and life while the neighbor found his way out. Since then, whenever someone gets lost near Valvoline, they’re greeted with a friendly wave and a hearty, “Need a hand?”

3. One night, a delivery driver pulled into Valvoline’s lot and noticed something strange—a faint humming sound coming from inside the garage. As he approached the door, the noise grew louder, almost like an old-time radio station gone haywire. Curious, he opened the door slowly, only to see rows of engines dancing in time with the static. Startled, he closed it quickly but not before hearing a voice saying, 'Fill ‘er up!' Turns out, it was just an old radio left on by a neighbor. The delivery driver shook his head and smiled, thinking, ‘At least Valvoline keeps things interesting.’

4. While waiting for his oil change, a regular at Valvoline overheard an unusual conversation between two mechanics: ‘Did you hear?’ said one. ‘About what?’ replied the other. ‘That new customer who just drove off? His engine sounds like it’s humming the national anthem!’ The other mechanic shrugged and shook his head. ‘Probably just another delivery driver with a bad tune in his head,’ he chuckled. The first one smiled knowingly, leaning closer: ‘Next time I’ll bring my cassette player—might save us both some diagnostics!’