Speedway

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the Speedway gas station closed its doors, a soft humming sound would occasionally drift from the pumps. A delivery driver first noticed it one foggy morning, thinking it was just an echo of the distant highway. But as he drove away, the hum followed him down the street, faint but persistent. Soon enough, word spread among the locals that if you stood near the pumps late at night, you could hear not only the hum but also someone whispering ‘Fill ’er up!’ Finally, a regular dared to stay longer and found out—it was just the neighborhood parrot, stuck in the vent above the gas cans, repeating everything it heard.

2. At dusk, a little girl approached the Speedway gas station with her family. As she walked past the pumps, her toy dog suddenly perked up and started barking at something invisible. The father looked around curiously but saw nothing unusual—just an old sign swinging gently in the breeze. Just then, an older gentleman driving by slowed down and asked if everything was okay. The girl’s dad smiled sheepishly and said, ‘No worries mate, just our little lady’s imagination running wild.’ They all laughed, and the toy dog quietened down as if on cue. The man nodded knowingly and drove off, muttering under his breath, ‘Yep, that Speedway always attracts some strange characters.’

3. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Speedway for coffee and noticed something odd in the parking lot—a mysterious box wrapped in old newspapers. Curious, he opened it only to find an ancient thermos filled with steaming hot chocolate. Smiling, he took a sip and felt warmth spreading through him—not just from the drink but from some unknown source. From then on, whenever anyone asked where they could get the best hot chocolate in town, they’d say, 'Head over to Speedway—just don’t forget your own newspaper!'

4. At dawn, a jogger passed by Speedway and noticed an old man filling up his car with gas while humming an unfamiliar tune. The jogger slowed down, curious about the melody. The old man glanced up, smiled warmly, and said, 'Just my morning routine—singing keeps away the boredom.' As he finished pumping gas, he added, ‘And don’t worry, I always pay for it later.’