Speedway

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the Speedway gas station closed its doors, a strange humming noise would occasionally fill the air. A delivery driver first noticed it one foggy morning, as he waited for the pumps to spit out diesel.} Curious, the delivery driver mentioned it to a regular customer who happened to be an old mechanic. Together they stayed late one night and listened intently—only to realize the hum was coming from the ancient air-conditioning unit in the office. From then on, whenever someone asked about the mysterious sound, the friendly neighbor joked, ‘It’s just Speedway trying to cool off.’

2. At dawn, when the Speedway gas station opened its gates, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar: every morning, a faint whiff of freshly baked bread drifted from the empty lot next door. One day, a regular customer asked the attendant if they sold bread. Smiling, the guy replied, 'No sir, just gas and gossip here.' The delivery driver chuckled and shook his head, knowing full well that sometimes life is stranger than fiction.

3. At midnight, when the Speedway pumps fell silent, a delivery driver noticed something odd: every third fill-up seemed to attract an unexpected audience—tiny glowing creatures, dancing in the shadows of the pump's neon lights. Curious, he slowed down and peered closer. The little creatures were humming along with the soft beep-beep of the pump, their tiny silhouettes blending perfectly into the colorful glow. When the tank was full, they’d wave goodbye, disappearing as quickly as they appeared, leaving behind only a faint, pleasant scent of gasoline and marshmallows.

4. At dusk, when the Speedway attendant switched off the neon lights, a delivery driver noticed an old, dusty box in the corner of the parking lot. Curious, he picked it up and found a note inside: ‘Take what you need, leave what you can.’ The delivery driver opened the box curiously and pulled out a warm chocolate cookie. Smiling, he popped it into his mouth and immediately felt a rush of energy. From then on, every evening at sunset, someone left a fresh baked batch outside the station—just enough for one lucky person each day. The locals called it the 'Speedway Sweetener,' and everyone agreed it was worth waiting for.