McCalip’s Service Station

In response to Paula’s review. The repair work that was done on her vehicle was done at her father’s request. He told them to put a fuel pump on it. As to Paula speaking with Mr McCalip, he never met or had a conversation with her. All of his communication about her car were with her father. If she did speak to one of our employees and they were snippy with her then we apologize and should have been made aware of it when it happened. As of this posting her parents are still very good customers of our business and we certainly appreciate their patronage of our establishment.

Do you want to know something funny, McCalip? How is it I can take it to another shop and they get it done (with satisfaction) in four days, but at your «Service Station» it takes three weeks and you only fixed an issue that was NOT the real problem?

What’s «local» when it comes to oil? That’s right… America.
What’s «local» look like on a random Saturday pit stop at this gas station?
A heritage fest with wagons schlepping p-​tendies and sugar cream pie, a one man band banjo-​ing ’bout a mouse in a church, cars off the nearest drag strip, hay bales and horse rides. Don’t worry it’s so worth the maneuvering around an entire small town to stop & get gas here instead of the jam-​packed corporate truck stop the next exit down.
The uploaded photo says it all: they’re pumping and we’re guzzling 100% American Crude Oil. Hopefully this review incites a movement amongst truck driver, cow hand and/​or civil engineer extreme isolationists where they will only use this gas station to pump the hot fossils — straight from here and only, the most local of local, America!