Never in my lifetime had I ever predicted needing a cowboy hat, but finding myself at the World…read moreEquestrian Games in Lexington, KY, I came to the conclusion that wearing a cowboy hat was absolutely essential, though not at all for the reason one might guess. How I came to this unexpected conclusion goes something like this: Horses. Lots of horses. At the World Equestrian Games, horses are celebrities, people are not. I was inundated in horses, and wherever they were moving, everything else stopped. Being a suburban kid, seeing one horse for me is a novelty, let alone a hundred. Now this is how you know I am American: horses = cowboys. In most other parts of the world, horses = top hats and jodhpurs, but here in the U.S., the younger, more rebellious nation, the culture of horses is invariably linked with that of cowboys and the Wild, Wild West. At least to someone as uneducated as me, it is. So I already had cowboys on the brain due to my environment at the horse park. There weren't any cowboys to be seen, but I was certain they were around somewhere just out of sight, most likely carousing at the saloon to the strains of honkytonk pian-y or ropin' cattle on the back forty. Come 10am on the first day, the sun is now high enough to beat on me mercilessly for hours on end. It has been a few years since I have been outdoors for an extended period of time, and I was already doing the calculations: if the sun is this brutal now, this is going to be a VERY long 29 3/4 days. "This sucks! I need a cowboy hat!" Come hell or high water, I was buying a cowboy hat at lunch time. I asked a local where one might find the local cowboy hat store. He had no idea, and was surprised I actually asked such a weird question. When I suggested that it might be because he didn't have horses he told me he kept eight. "There is no way you have horses!" I told him. "If you did, you would know where to get a cowboy hat." He smiled and shrugged good-naturedly in a way I eventually learned was so typical of Kentucky. "People don't wear those around here. You're thinkin' of Texas, maybe." Clearly, he was wrong. I was certain that Kentucky retail had to be veritably oozing with cowboy hats. At lunch, my friends asked where I was going. "I'm going up to that gas station to buy a cowboy hat." Some of them were puzzled, while others laughed uproariously. It was generally implied that I had already gotten too much sun and was now seeing cowboy hat mirages at every oasis on the horizon. When they suggested it was somewhat ludicrous that I expect a gas station of all places to have western millinery, I insisted: "This is Kentucky! EVERYWHERE sells cowboy hats!" Never mind this was my first day in Kentucky and had yet to set foot anywhere besides the hotel. In retrospect, I can't really say why I was so certain that this gas station in the middle of nowhere sold cowboy hats, but there they were! Not just a few, but an entire rack of cowboy hats! I found the perfect white mesh cowboy hat and a white pair of fat southern sheriff shades to match. What makes this so much funnier to me is that the entire rest of the month I spent in Kentucky, I never again saw anywhere at all that had cowboy hats for sale. I just lucked out in my ignorance picking the one place at random that did on the first try. Feeling ten times the man I was when I walked into the gas station, due to both my new hat and overwhelmingly justified righteousness, I strutted back on down the hill to where my friends were waiting. Those previously puzzled were now the ones laughing uproariously, and vice versa. In my best accent and triumphant smile I gave them my best "Now what we've got here is a *failure* to COMMUNICATE!" It was like a whole new day in that glorious hat! It was easily ten degrees cooler under the shade of the cowboy hat. Not only that, people were nicer. I was regularly greeted by friends and strangers alike with "Hey, cowboy!" without the slightest trace of mockery. And once I even got the southern belle behind the concession stand batting her eyelashes at me as I walked by: "Yooohooo! Heyy, cowboyy! Ayew wanna buyyyy somethin'?" I told her the instant I needed Karamel Korn and vodka lemonade I would come to see her first. When the storm clouds rolled in, the genius design of my hat directed the water completely away from my face. Simply put, Everything was better with the cowboy hat. So if you find yourself in Kentucky, and in need of a little weather protection, or a little fashion flavor, or just a change in perspective, Shell has got you covered.

Poor breakfast sandwiches: my bacon, egg and cheese biscuit could be best described as edible…read more Bacon was limp, eggs were flat and nonexistent, and the biscuit was burger bun. The only thing decent was the cheese. Spend your money at a real breakfast place instead. But if you want gas...this the best thing they offer!

Current manager by name of Elizabeth is condescending and is rude on numerous occasions to staff…read moreand others that come to work at this store. Your best bet is to get your gas and food at another location

The cashier that worked July 30th at 12:30 was absolutely rude and expected me to learn how to use…read moresmart checkout immediately. Go somewhere else if you desperately need gas.

It is a nice convenience store for snacks, food, and essentials…read more It I'd located across Main Street from Rupp Arena. Good friendly staff, and reasonable prices. In fact, amazingly good prices for being downtown or near the arena.

Oh dear Buc-ees! On…read moreour way back to Cleveland we passed a sign beckoning us to come to this slice of Heaven. I was told to try their fudge. I bought garlic pickles, a brisket sandwich and coffee. I didnt eat the sandwich and pickles till the next day and they were both delicious. The restrooms were clean. The coffee station was extensive. Great experience.

At Easter 2024, I observed: "Inside Buc ee's was very…read morechaotic; folks moving east to west; west to east; north to south, and south to north concurrently. We tend to avoid Buc ee's on the weekends, but briefly stopped today to refuel. Lots and lots of noise aggravated by screaming clerks in the sandwich section. We like that Buc ee's does not provide sit down eating." My wife instructs me in NO uncertain terms to NEVER take her to Buc-ee's again, ever.... Today is Thursday, and I am guessing MUCH of weekend chaos and NOISE will not be present.... If your experience with Chaos and Noise is similar, do try a weekend visit. My dear wife spent 45 minutes and lots of dollars shopping in peace. Yes to Brisket sandwich and cup of Key Lime Pie. We'll always eschew weekends at Buc-ee's.

If you need to fuel up, stop by this location. It's centrally located and well lit. Most times, you…read moreneed to get a receipt in the store because the paper is seldom replaced.

Every time I came into Speedway Kim was always super friendly and made my experience 10x better…read more She is the most hardworking, loyal employee, and I am sad she is leaving, but continue to wish her the best!

Nice new clean gas station. Casey's are known throughout…read moreIndiana, and have good food in the store. Their pricing is usually very competitive, and this location currently has good prices for fuel and stuff in the store.

I had a bizarre experience at the 4201 Saron Drive location. I got $44 worth of gas, and walked…read moreinside to get some Nyquil. The cashier was counting cigarette packs and I stood there about 3 minutes waiting on him to finish. It was $7.99 for the tiny bottle of Nyquil, but I needed it so I got it anyway. The cashier rang it up at almost $11. I said that was wrong, the price said $7.99. He mumbled something I couldn't understand and just looked at me. I motioned to walk back to the aisle with me, and he did, and I showed him the price. He mumbled some more. I told him to just give me the right price and I'd be good. We went back to the register--I expected him to credit me a couple of bucks. He reached me back my $10 and took the Nyquil and walked away. I stood there a minute, then motioned to the Nyquil. He mumbled something else that was obviously negative, something about "you wanted a refund." I said no, I just wanted a credit of a couple of bucks to get the advertised price. He said whatever it rings up to IS the price. I left and bought a bigger bottle of Nyquil at the Thorton's for less money, and had a much nicer cashier. It's not the buck or two... it's the attitude that drove me away. If your employees aren't empowered to make purchases right, you must not trust them very much, and if you don't trust them, you shouldn't have them working for you.

Not very cheap and upon checking out employees stood around right next too us talking while my wife…read moreand I bagged our own groceries. Will never be shopping at this location ever again.

Two days before Christmas ... Only 2 live check out lines with 7-8 people piled in each line…read more Self checkout lines were full too. Carts piled high with groceries and Christmas items to buy. I feel if I'm spending a couple hundred dollars from the store they should have more checkout lanes open. Too many items for me to self checkout. As far as having specific items I needed, it was great, but the checkout could improve greatly. Merry Christmas!