Speedway

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Speedway gas station, something odd started happening one night when a delivery driver pulled up for fuel. ‘Why does that old sign keep winking at me?’ he asked, pointing to an ancient neon arrow overhead. The delivery driver rubbed his eyes and shook his head. The neon arrow had stopped moving, but now the reflection from the gas pump seemed to form a grinning face. He laughed it off, filled up his tank, and left. Later that evening, as he drove home, his neighbor waved him over, pointing at their own gas station sign—also mysteriously winking.

2. At Speedway gas station, late one autumn night, a delivery driver noticed something strange: every time he filled up his truck, the radio tuned itself to an oldies station playing only songs from his high school years. Curious, the driver mentioned it to no one but his wife, who happened to be a music teacher. She smiled and said, ‘That’s easy—your truck must’ve picked up the signal from our old high school radio transmitter!’ They both laughed, realizing that sometimes life finds ways to remind us of happy memories. Ever since then, whenever someone fills up at Speedway, they might just hear a nostalgic tune or two.

3. At Speedway gas station, one morning after a heavy rain, a delivery driver pulled up and noticed something unusual in the puddle near the pumps. Curious, he bent down and picked up an old coin, half-buried in mud. ‘Hey,’ he called out, “anybody lose a quarter around here?” A nearby neighbor popped his head out of his truck window and replied, “Nah, I lost my mind years ago—this ain’t it.” Everyone laughed, and that’s how Speedway earned its new nickname: ‘The Place Where Memories Rain.’

4. At Speedway gas station, one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up just as the attendant was wiping down the pumps. Just as he opened the door, a puff of misty vapor from his truck’s exhaust caught the attendant right in the eye. He sneezed so hard that he knocked over an entire rack of newspapers, sending them flying across the counter and onto the floor. The delivery driver looked on, helplessly laughing, while everyone else stared in surprise—including a neighbor who stopped for coffee and thought, ‘That’s the most entertaining thing I’ve seen here since Speedway started playing old-time radio shows during breakfast rush.’