Speedway

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Speedway gas station, late one night, a delivery driver noticed something odd: every time he filled up, the radio suddenly played an old country song nobody else could hear. Curious, he asked his co-workers if they heard it too—but everyone shook their heads. Turns out, only he had this unique talent for tuning in to the station’s secret playlist. Eventually, word spread among locals who started visiting Speedway just to catch a tune or two. Now, whenever someone fills up there, you can often hear them humming along—even when no one else is listening.

2. At dawn, when few people were around, an early bird filling up his car at Speedway noticed something peculiar: the cashier's change jar seemed to be singing along with the radio. Curious, he slowed down the music—only to hear the coins in the jar tinkling exactly like a ukulele. The next day, everyone from the neighborhood stopped by Speedway just to listen to the cashier’s impromptu concert. Turned out it was an old coin collection that sang whenever shaken. A regular passing by said, ‘Guess Speedway found its hidden talent!’

3. At dusk, while pumping gas into her mom’s car, little Sarah heard a strange noise coming from inside the Speedway kiosk. Curious, she peered through the window and saw a shadowy figure rifling through the snacks. The figure turned around suddenly, startled by Sarah's gaze. It was just an old delivery driver, rummaging for his favorite candy bars. 'Gotta keep my energy up,' he joked, flashing a toothy grin. Sarah giggled and went back to filling the tank, thinking that maybe some places really do have their own quirky characters.

4. At midnight, when the Speedway pumps hummed softly in the quiet town, a lone gas attendant swore he saw a shadowy figure refueling a car that wasn’t there. One night, an elderly neighbor pulled up for some late-night fuel. The attendant noticed the old man kept glancing into his empty tank—then whispered, ‘It’s full!’ With a smile, the neighbor replied, ‘Thanks, sonny! I always fill it myself.’