Speedway

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Speedway gas station, a little boy named Timmy always ran over when he saw the night attendant filling up tanks. One evening, as the pump hummed softly in the darkness, Timmy pointed excitedly and whispered, ‘Daddy says you talk to cars!’ The night attendant smiled and leaned down, whispering back, 'Only if they listen well!' Then he winked at Timmy, who giggled and scampered off to join his family. From then on, whenever anyone asked about Mr. Johnson, the night guy at Speedway, everyone knew he had a special gift—talking to cars, but only when they were really quiet.'

2. At Speedway gas station, every morning around dawn, an old pickup truck pulls up with no license plates and its headlights off. The lone customer steps out, grabs a newspaper from behind the counter without paying, then disappears into thin air before anyone can notice. Finally, one curious attendant decided to follow him. After a few blocks, they both stopped in front of a small diner. The man ordered coffee, paid for it, and left—only to reappear moments later at Speedway again. Since then, everyone knows that if you see him leaving, just wave hello; he’s really a friendly neighborhood delivery driver.

3. At Speedway gas station, every night after midnight, a mysterious figure in a trench coat walks into the empty lot next door and starts whispering to the moon. One night, a delivery driver hears the whispers and decides to join the conversation. Turns out, the figure is just practicing his new accent for an audition. They end up having a laugh together, and from then on, Speedway becomes known as the place where late-night chats turn into impromptu comedy sessions.

4. At Speedway gas station, late one night, a delivery driver heard a voice crackling over the intercom: ‘Fill her up with stars today!’ Curious, he filled the tank with sparkly liquid, and when he drove off, his headlights cast rainbows on the road. The next morning, everyone in town was talking about it—until they realized it was just Speedway’s new neon-lit sign reflecting off the wet pavement. A regular passing by laughed, saying, 'Guess those stars were free after all!'