Speedway

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to Speedway for gas, he swore he heard an eerie humming coming from inside the station's old pump house. Curious, he cracked open the door—and was greeted by the scent of freshly baked cookies wafting through the air. As he peered inside, he saw nothing but shadows dancing on the walls. Just then, a friendly voice called out from behind him: 'Hey there, can I help you with something?' Turned around, he found himself face-to-face with an elderly gentleman wearing overalls and a big smile—obviously the owner. The delivery driver sheepishly explained his curiosity, whereupon the man offered him a warm cookie and said, “Just our way of saying thanks for always stopping by.”

2. Early in the morning, when most stations were closed, a delivery driver pulled up to Speedway for gas. As he filled his tank, he noticed an old man walking towards him from the shadows. The old man asked for a match to light his cigarette, and as the driver obliged, he said, ‘You know, sonny, I used to work here back in the day.’ The delivery driver smiled and replied, ‘No way, Grandpa!’ The old man winked and added, ‘Yup, that’s why they named it Speedway.’

3. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to Speedway for gas, he noticed an unusual commotion near the pumps. A small dog, its fur standing on end, frantically barked and dodged away from something unseen. Curious, the driver approached cautiously, only to see the dog leap into the arms of a nearby customer who calmly whispered, ‘Don’t worry little guy, I’ve got you.’ Turns out it was just another late-night Speedway reunion between a regular and his canine companion.

4. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to Speedway for gas, he heard an old man whisper from behind him: ‘Fill it up quick, son—this station’s closing soon.’ He filled up quickly and drove off, only to see the old man waving goodbye from inside the station. The next morning, everyone in town was talking about it—and so was the delivery driver when he mentioned seeing an old friend at Speedway. Turns out, the old man worked there part-time, just to keep the place open longer for friendly faces.