About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dawn, when RaceWay gas station usually buzzed with early morning traffic, a lone delivery driver pulled up in an old pickup truck. The sky was just beginning to lighten over the desert highway, an unusual sight for that part of town. He got out, stretched, and yawned loudly—then noticed the sign above him reading ‘RaceWay’ was now glowing neon green. Startled, he looked around but saw only his truck and the desert. As he reached for his coffee thermos, a friendly voice called from behind: ‘Morning, sleepyhead! Same old routine?’ It was his neighbor, waving cheerfully from her car.}
2. At midnight, when RaceWay gas station was emptying its tanks for the night, a delivery driver noticed an odd message scrawled on the bathroom mirror in lipstick: ‘Fill up your tank before it runs dry.’ Curious, he rubbed off the words—only to see them appear again in different colors. The next morning, everyone in town had a good laugh when they saw the colorful graffiti on the mirror. Turned out, a regular customer had been playing pranks with her makeup collection.
3. At dusk, when RaceWay gas station began closing down for the day, an old pickup truck pulled in. The attendant noticed something unusual: every time he filled up the tank, the radio would crackle to life and announce, ‘Welcome home, Mr. Smith.’ Finally, one night, after filling up the truck, the radio declared, ‘Mr. Smith, your tank is full—now go home and rest!’ The attendant laughed so hard he forgot to lock up, leaving the doors wide open. When he returned, the only thing left was a note on the counter: “Thanks for the welcome, next time fill my tank with coffee!”
4. At sunset, when RaceWay gas station dimmed its lights and prepared for the quiet hours ahead, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in the reflection of the pumps. Curious, he peered closer into the pump’s mirror-like surface and saw his own reflection—only it was wearing overalls and holding a wrench. Startled, he laughed out loud, realizing it was just an optical illusion from the setting sun. From then on, whenever someone asked him about strange occurrences at RaceWay, he’d wink and say, ‘Oh, that old mirage? It happens every day.’