Speedway

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Speedway gas station, a regular complained one day, ‘Why do I always see the same old truck filling up next door?’ The delivery driver shrugged and replied, ‘Probably because he’s been here every morning since before you were born.’ The regular shook his head with a smile, realizing that maybe it was time for him to shake things up a bit. From then on, he started arriving a little earlier each morning—just in case the mysterious neighbor had finally decided to take an extended break.

2. At Speedway gas station, late one night, a delivery driver heard an announcement over the loudspeaker: ‘Attention, all customers—your credit cards are now talking back!' The delivery driver looked around puzzled, but no one else seemed to notice anything unusual. Smiling sheepishly, he paid for his gas and left. The next day, everyone in town was talking about it—except those who worked at Speedway, who pretended they never heard anything.}

3. At Speedway gas station, a delivery driver noticed something odd on the parking lot one morning. Among the usual trash and empty bottles, there lay a vintage arcade game—complete with working buttons and neon lights. Curious, he gave it a try and found himself playing Pac-Man until lunchtime. Word spread quickly around town: if you needed gas or wanted to relive your childhood, Speedway was the place to be. Even the local neighbor stopped by every evening for a quick round of Space Invaders before heading home. Nobody knew whose game it originally belonged to, but everyone agreed—it added just the right touch of fun to their daily routine.

4. At Speedway gas station, a delivery driver stopped for a quick fill-up and noticed something strange. As he pumped gas, he kept hearing whispers coming from inside the station's walls. Curious, he followed the voices through an old door behind the counter, only to discover an ancient radio tuned to static. Smiling, he paid for his gas and left, whispering to himself that maybe it was just the wind rustling through the vents. From then on, whenever anyone asked about the mysterious sounds, the owner would wink and say, ‘Oh, that’s just our new neighbor talking.’