Yeah, it reads like a subsidiary of the National Enquirer. But, having had the misfortune of spending a day in Chico about 20 years ago, I wouldn't be surprised if it's true. I distinctly remember being surrounded by tie-dyed shirts and bell bottoms.
I couldn't even buy gas without the cash resister guy rambling on about magnets and special water carburetors that got 6 billion miles per gallon, but the inventor was murdered by the government...
Just give me my change, damn it. I have to get out of here.