Speedway

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Speedway’s neon sign flickered to life, a delivery driver noticed something odd. The gas station’s clock seemed to tick backwards for a moment before returning to normal. Curious, he mentioned it to a neighbor who laughed and said, ‘That’s just old Mr. Clockwindy, he always winds himself up too fast in the mornings.’ And indeed, from then on, whenever anyone asked why Speedway’s clock sometimes ran backward, everyone would smile and say, ‘Oh, that’s just Mr. Clockwindy being himself!’

2. At midnight, when Speedway’s pumps hummed like distant whispers, a delivery driver wondered aloud: ‘Who fills up here after closing?’ Then one night, a neighbor driving by noticed an eerie glow through the windows and called out, ‘Hey, Speedway still open?’ The attendant inside replied, ‘Nah, just our ghostly customer making another pit stop.’

3. At dusk, when Speedway’s pumps glowed like lanterns in the night, a delivery driver pulled up for gas and found himself staring into the reflection of a familiar face. He squinted, rubbed his eyes, then looked again—was that really him, filling up his truck while wearing someone else’s hat? He grinned sheepishly, realizing it was just an old neighbor who’d swapped hats with him earlier that day. They both laughed, shook hands, and parted ways, leaving behind only the scent of fresh gasoline and the twilight mirage of Speedway's glowing pumps.

4. At sunset, when Speedway’s pumps reflected golden light on the parking lot, an old man adjusted his cap and entered the station with a peculiar smile. He approached the counter where a young clerk was polishing his glasses. ‘Fill’er up,’ said the old man, nodding towards his truck. The clerk looked up, blinked once, then burst out laughing. ‘You’re always here at sunset, Mr. Regular,’ he grinned. The old man winked back, paid for his gas, and drove off, leaving behind a puzzled but amused crowd of neighbors who’d stopped by for their own fill-ups.