Speedway

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was just another morning at Speedway, with cars whizzing in and out, when a delivery driver pulled up with an unusual package. As he approached the counter, everyone noticed something strange: the box seemed to be humming softly. The attendant took a cautious glance at the box before saying, 'I don’t think our pumps run on that kind of juice!' Just then, the hum grew louder—like a swarm of bees—and everyone burst into laughter. Turned out it was just a new-fangled honeycomb delivery for a local bakery. Moral of the story? Don’t judge a package by its buzz.

2. It was just another day at Speedway, with customers filling up their tanks and chatting away. Suddenly, a delivery driver started arguing with an ATM machine, insisting it had given him too much change. The delivery driver shook his head in disbelief, muttering something about ‘malfunctioning machines.’ Meanwhile, a regular customer chimed in, offering to help fix the ATM himself—after all, he used to work for the bank down the street. The whole scene turned into a friendly banter until everyone realized they were all laughing over nothing. Another ordinary day at Speedway, where life sometimes imitates comedy.

3. It was just another day at Speedway, with customers filling up their tanks and chatting over the counter. Then, one morning, an old sign above the cash register suddenly read: ‘Today’s Unlucky Number: Fill Up Before Noon or Pay Double!’ Soon enough, everyone started rushing to fill up early. A delivery driver even showed up before dawn! Word spread quickly, and soon Speedway became famous for its daily lottery. One afternoon, as the sun set, a regular walked in and asked jokingly, 'Any lucky numbers today?' The cashier grinned and replied, 'Fill up after dark, and you might get it for free!'

4. It was just another night at Speedway, with headlights flickering and pumps humming, when someone noticed an odd scent wafting from the storage room. Curiosity got the better of them, and they peeked inside. There, nestled among the jerry cans and spare tires, was a stray cat fast asleep on top of an old newspaper. 'Must be a regular,' someone muttered, as everyone burst out laughing. The cat yawned, stretched, and sauntered out, leaving behind only the faint aroma of gasoline and kitty fur.