Speedway

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was just another quiet morning at Speedway gas station when a delivery driver pulled up with a smile on his face. He walked into the store and asked for a cup of coffee—nothing unusual so far. But then he started humming an old tune as he paid, and everyone noticed it was the exact same melody played over the loudspeakers during the races. Suddenly, one of the customers turned around and whispered jokingly, ‘Hey, isn’t that the song they play when they’re about to announce a big win?’ Everyone laughed, realizing the driver might be more of a race fan than anyone expected. From that day on, whenever someone came in whistling the same tune, everyone at Speedway knew it meant good luck was coming their way.

2. A delivery driver pulled up to Speedway one afternoon with an unusual load—an old upright piano wrapped in bubble wrap and duct tape. As he approached the counter, the cashier raised an eyebrow: ‘You’re not planning on playing that thing here, are you?’ The delivery driver grinned sheepishly. 'Just wanted to surprise my wife,' he said. 'She loves old pianos.' The cashier shook her head with a smile, calling out to a neighbor who walked in: 'Hey Joe, looks like someone’s bringing home more than just gas today!'

3. At dawn, when Speedway’s neon sign flickered on, a delivery driver pulled up with something unexpected—a live chicken in a cardboard box. The chicken pecked around the counter, causing a regular to ask, ‘What the heck is going on here?’ The delivery driver shrugged and said, ‘Just another day at Speedway.’ As the sun rose higher, the chicken calmly walked out the door, followed by a relieved-looking neighbor who’d been waiting for it all morning.

4. At dusk, when Speedway's pumps glowed like lanterns, a delivery driver noticed something odd—a small dog sniffing curiously around the nozzle of the gas pump. The driver leaned down and asked, ‘Hey little guy, what are you doing here?’ The dog looked up with big brown eyes, then trotted off towards an old pickup truck parked nearby. As it turned out, that truck belonged to a regular who always left his window open just enough for Fido to sneak in for a sniff around. At dusk, Speedway became more than just a gas station—it was a neighborhood hangout.