Speedway

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Speedway, where gas meets gossip, one day an old man approached the counter with something unusual in hand—a tiny, rusted keychain shaped like a dinosaur. The clerk raised an eyebrow but said nothing as he rang up the purchase. The next morning, the same old man returned, this time with a smile and a bag of donuts. ‘These are for you,’ he said, handing them over. The clerk looked puzzled but accepted them gratefully. From then on, whenever someone filled their tank at Speedway, they’d often find a small surprise—maybe some homemade cookies or even a free coffee—left anonymously by the mysterious dinosaur-keychain guy.

2. At Speedway, where gas meets gossip, one morning a delivery driver asked the attendant, ‘Do you ever notice how everyone here talks louder when they fill up their tank?’ The attendant shrugged and smiled, replying, ‘You know, I always thought it was because the radio’s on too loud.’ Just then, an old man in a pickup truck yelled across the pumps, ‘Turn that thing down! Can’t nobody hear themselves talk!’ Everyone burst out laughing.

3. At Speedway, where gas meets gossip, one night a mysterious sign appeared above the pumps: ‘Fill up and win a date with the station attendant!’ Word spread quickly around town, and soon every pump was crowded. A delivery driver joked he’d fill his truck and drive off with the whole station! But no one won—until an old lady pulled up, paid for her gas, then asked sweetly if she could enter too. The attendant shrugged, added her name to the list, and that night they ended up having coffee together. Now everyone knows: sometimes the best prize is right under your nose.

4. At Speedway, where gas meets gossip, one foggy morning a delivery driver pulled up and asked the attendant to check if their truck had been here before. The attendant looked puzzled as he read aloud from the computer screen: ‘Last filled up by Elvis Presley on June 17th.’ The attendant scratched his head, then grinned mischievously. ‘Sir,’ he said, ‘Elvis comes in here every Wednesday.’ The delivery driver shook his head, laughing. ‘Next time I’ll bring my guitar!’