76/Circle K

This gas station sucks if you’re in a rush and need something quick. The gas pumps are always broken and the checkout lines are always long. Only come here if you’re in no rush and can stand for long periods of time lol

This is a relatively inexpensive gas station that’s usually cheaper than others within a few blocks.
It’s in a shady part of town so you want to try to avoid going there at night… or maybe at all?
The pump was broken when we went, so we had to go inside and talk to the attendant.

I roll by this 76 Station quite a bit to grab gas because it usually has the Cheapest price on Unleaded Fuel .
Unleaded is $ 2.23 ⁹⁄₁₀ a gallon.
This station has a little history. One of my Associates is an OPD Patrol Sergeant and was off duty, when he stopped at this same station to gas his Harley.
Some idiot pulled a gun on him and asked for his wallet. Instead of producing his Wallet, He produced his Service Pistol and ended up Arresting the Robber LOL.
This Station also has a Mini Mart. Its Handy for a late night snack or soda.

prices cheaper than chevron across the street (2.69 vs 2.75).
more room for parking too. chevron basically has none except for gassing up.
the bad: credit cards skimmed? per reviews
–panhandlers. noted
–parking spaces not visible. (in front of vacuum pumps)
–iffy even though gas cheap.

I’m pretty sure I got my credit card skimmed at this gas station. I usually don’t come here because of the pan handlers, but I was in need of gas that day. The day after, I started getting fraudulent charges on my credit card — starting at a Rite Aid in Oakland, the moving onto stores in Union Square in SF (which made me think it was a local skimming and not online). While this gas station has cheap gas, beware of sketchy activities…

This place is decent but there’s almost always a bum around asking to wipe your windshield for a few bucks.
The prices here are competitive but just be ready to give the dude a couple bucks, which in the end will make your overall fuel expense just as expensive as somewhere closer to downtown.

Looks like you can use your credit card at the pump, but it was broken, so I walk past a homeless guy beggin for money and go pay inside. Service was cool, but not cool enough to boost the rating past 2 stars.
While my car is filling up, I notice a few homeless people grab all the paper towels and the windshield wiper and were walking around cleaning windows and drying cars that came out of the car wash.
At least they were taking initiative and trying to earn some tip money rather than just standing at the door begging.
As much of a sh**hole this place is, I know I’ll be back soon.

Hrm, so my car was running out of gas in a sketchy part of town… like really low… so pulled over to the nearest station to find a very leisurely pay-​at-​the-​pump terminal.
This is how it went:
— Swipe card
*wait 15 seconds*
— Selected «Credit»
*wait 10 seconds*
— Entered zip code
*wait 10 seconds*
— No car wash
*wait 10 seconds*
— Yes receipt
*wait 10 seconds*
— Select «Premium»
*begin fueling*
…aye aye aye… I think using the terminal was like time-​travel!
…tried to get some paper towels to check my oil but the paper towel dispenser was jammed?!?

I have used this gas station to fill my rental car before returning it to the airport for far too long. Most of the time time I come here, no matter which pump I use, most of the time I must go inside for the receipt (needed for company expense reports) because the receipt machine at the pumps are broken. I asked why they are always broken and was informed by the attendant that «the pumps are over 15 years old» and they «won’t fix them». Not good service and not convenient.
That and considering I almost always get hit up for money by the same transient every time I go there, I will use the Chevron or Shell stations on the same road (Hegenberger) from now on.

Rather than writing a review for a gas station, and forcing you, poor reader, to read a review of a gas station, I will spin a tale of intrigue and malice; misanthropy and dispair.
He awoke to the sounds of a helicopter chopping overhead. The tiny apartment rattled and the windows were momentarily illuminated by the piercing blue-​grey searchlight. He knew he didn’t live in the best of neighborhoods, but the rent was cheap enough. He brushed back his greasy hair and leaned over at his alarm clock to light a cigarette. 1:23am. He sighed and leaned back on the pillow, exhaling smoke above him. The helicopter continued searching, shafts of light piercing through the blinds. Why don’t they ever find the guy they’re looking for with those things? He knew he wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep, and thought of the diner around the corner. They were still open and he could think about the big day he had coming up. He heaved his comforter and sheets and pulled on an old pair of jeans, a pair he should’ve washed by now if it weren’t for the nearest laundromat catching fire last month and burning to the ground. He reached for an old shirt on the floor when BANG! The front door bust open as if by an explosion. Men suddenly filled the room with flashlights and automatic weapons as he reached for his gun.
«Hold it right there, Frank,» a cool voice said behind the lights. Frank held up his left hand to shield himself from the light, but it didn’t help. Then he realized — they were after *him*. He stood there in his jeans and lit cigarette. What now?
«Drop the gun, Frank. Let’s get this over with.» Frank realized he was still holding his gun in his right hand. The cigarette smoke was wafting into his eyes. Without thinking about it, he opened fire on the flashlights, dropping three SWAT members in one go. And that’s when he saw John. John stood there, surrounded by felled men and their flashlights which glowed in the darkness. «You’re making this harder on yourself, Frank. You know this is how it ends.» John lifted his gun toward Frank, and Frank was frozen with fear. And then the alarm clock went off.
John opened his eyes. He was in bed, the warm glow of the morning sun invited him out. He looked at his alarm clock. 8:00am. Today was going to be a big day. Today was the day he was going to kill Frank.

Found out a couple of weeks ago that they replaced their touchless car wash with a brushed car wash. WHYYY???
I was pretty upset considering I paid $ 9 for the deluxe wash at the pump before I knew they had swapped it and it did a shitty job of «washing» my car. Here’s how:
— The brushed arms folded in my mirrors so I had to get out of the car to check for damage and put it back to its original position
— The brushes left dust lines all over my rear bumper because it didn’t go over it well
— It only went over my car twice: I did not get the rain-​x or clearcoat protection that I paid for
— The undercarriage spray was no longer there
I am not happy about this.

I don’t often loiter at convenience stores, be they 7−11s or AM/​PMs, but my friend and I found ourselves waiting for a friend stuck at baggage claim at the Oakland Airport, and for lack of a better option, decided to stop off at this Circle K to kill some time.
We were en route to a party out in the WC – it was a house party for a group of people who all went to the same high school in the Creek – so it only seemed fitting that I pick up some supplies that reminded me of my high school days; namely, Snapple (to mix with cheap vodka), and cigars (Who am I kidding? Swisher Sweets.).
The service was what you’d expect – gruff – but the single-​stall bathroom was far better than most gas station washrooms.
So, not a destination for sure, but if you happen to find yourself in similar circumstances, give this Circle K a go.