San Miguel Chevron

Straight forward gas station. Just grabbed some gas and was off. The credit card swiper asked for my zip.
Helpful staff. They have a decent water selection. Aquafina and Smart Waters and Dasani. There’s two coolers with water in them. Don’t just dive into the first cooler up front; there’s another one nearer the entrance to the store.
Private pooper. It’s around the back of the gas station. Decent bathroom. If it’s not occupied the door will be cracked open just a little bit. They have one stall (the kind that goes to the floor) urinals.

Air, water and vacuum available. There’s a small minimart with the usual pricey snacks. Also, there’s a propane refill outside. At $ 4.25 per gallon for regular, this is considerably more expensive than in Paso Robles if you can keep heading south on the 101.

Paso isn’t that far away, unless you are pushing your car to the next gas station wait it out until you reach Paso. This place was horrible. There is nothing good I can say about this place. The attendant gave us attitude, was extremely bitchy and unhelpful. The prices were high. The place was dirty and disheveled… just stay away.

Just stopped to use the restroom, and was pleasantly surprised at the cleanliness of the facilities, being relatively in the middle of nowhere my experience has been dirty, but this was very clean !

I got diesel fuel at the «San Miguel Chevron» in San Miguel, CA for my R.V. «The Black Pearl» on 10/​08/​2010. The prices were competitive.

I wish I would have read the reviews before stoppng, we definitely would have waited until Paso Robles.
They have higher (unadvertised) prices for people not paying cash. It’s a Chevron, so the prices are already higher, but then we had to pay a 35 cent fee on top of that. Shady.
Filthy water to wash our windshield, and there was a huge, disembowled opossum in the parking lot.

Separate (higher) prices for paying with credit = shitty gas station. Not taking into account the «You gonna get raped» feeling you get pulling over after dark. Fill up somewhere in Paso Robles instead.

30 cents more expensive than the 76, 1 mile South
Also, my friend’s baby crapped all over my car here, so I had the joyous experience of listening to people chat about how awesome their ranches are (while cleaning orange – yes ORANGE – poop off of my seat). That probably happens at the 76 too, oh well.

On our way back from Santa Barbara, our car started obscenely smoking. We pulled into this gas station and were pleasantly surprised by the number of car accessories to fix just about everything. Of course it didn’t work out and we had to call AAA anyways. The attendant wasn’t too helpful so I’d say it was just luck that we came upon this gas station right when we were breking down with extensive accessories for mechanics.

When driving at night, skip this Chevron and hold on until Paso Robles!
There was a line for the restrooms (which were filthy). Multiple creepy individuals occupied the men’s room. Heard a lot of shouting.
Pumped gas and left as soon as we could. Felt very unsafe.

Without a doubt one of the most gross bathrooms I’ve ever seen, but I had to use the men’s side because there is only one toilet per gender and the womens line was a mile long. I was brave and risked it, and lived to tell the tale, but I didn’t touch anything and Pureled vigorously afterwards.
We wandered through town, there’s a pretty and commercialized mission building. Downtown is deserted, but there is a deli and a few restaurants. Other than a place to pee or get gas, I don’t see a reason to stop here.

Heading South from San Francisco and had to pee. Very, very bad. How can there not be a rest stop? Luckily I see a Chevron so I can pee and get gas. $ 2.39 /​gallon… not too shabby. The ladies bathroom was clean, but no seat covers. It was freezing anyway and I had no desire to put my hinny on a cold toilet. The rest stop was small, but had the essentials.
Here’s the challenge. Getting back on the freeway in the dark. I see the sign for 101 south and follow it, but it looks like a farm road. I follow it, and then decide to turn around wondering if I actually got on the on ramp. Come back to the fork and was reassured to know that I did not have a blonde moment and did in fact get on the right ROAD to 101 South. Don’t fear just follow the road. And follow the road. And follow the road. And holy shit, watch out because next thing you know you are merging onto 101 south. Fewf, no accidents today.

I stopped here because I was down to fumes on gas. I had been practically peeing in my pants because I was low on gas (dumb me!) and there had been a 5 mile «do not pick up hitchhikers» zone. OMG, straight out of a horror movie! I’m so going to run out of gas an be horribly murdered or worse! …AHHHHHH!
So I get there and it’s soooooo quiet. It’s 1AM and silent, just me and the crickets. I jump out, pay, put gas in, jump back in car and lock the doors. I sit there listening to the gas go into my car all the while looking for axe murderers. I jump out run around, yank the nozzle out, put gas cap on, jump back in car, pull the craziest U turn and shoot back onto the highway going 80. I swear I saw a zombie behind me!
(During the day I’m sure it’s a normal gross bathroom Chevron, but at night it’s just you and everyone in the audience going… no don’t stop THERE!)