Speedway

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Speedway gas station, something odd started happening one night when a little boy approached the pumps. Every time he saw the neon sign flicker, his eyes would widen and he’d whisper, ‘Daddy, it’s dancing!’ One evening, an old delivery driver pulled up and asked the boy if he wanted some candy for being so cute. The kid nodded shyly, then pointed at the sign again and said, 'See, Daddy? It dances only when nice people come!' Everyone laughed, and from that day on, everyone who stopped at Speedway felt like they were part of a special club.

2. At Speedway gas station, one morning a delivery driver noticed an unusual package in the loading bay. Curious, he picked it up and found inside—a talking coffee mug that kept repeating ‘Fill me up!’ whenever anyone walked by. Word spread quickly around town, and soon enough, everyone was stopping by Speedway just to hear the mug’s catchphrase. The delivery driver even started charging a quarter for a refill—just enough to cover his morning coffee. One day, though, when no one was looking, the mug whispered to him, ‘Finally got filled up myself.’ And that was the last anyone ever heard from it.

3. At Speedway gas station, one day a delivery driver found a mysterious box in the loading bay. Curious but cautious, he called his supervisor who shrugged it off as someone’s forgotten lunchbox. Curious, the delivery driver opened it to discover only an old, dusty teddy bear inside. Smiling, he took it home and gave it to his niece, who named him Speedy. From then on, Speedy became a regular sight around town, sitting proudly atop the Speedway counter, watching over everyone with a warm smile.

4. At Speedway gas station, late one night, a voice crackled over the intercom: ‘Attention, ladies and gentlemen—we’ve got ourselves a new customer here!’ A delivery driver was just pulling up when the announcement came on. Everyone looked at each other, then burst out laughing as an old man in a tweed jacket walked in, asking for directions to the nearest diner. ‘I’m not sure what you’re doing here,’ chuckled the attendant, ‘but welcome to Speedway!’