Speedway

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unusually quiet morning at Speedway gas station when a delivery driver pulled up in his truck. The sun had barely risen over the deserted highway, casting long shadows across the pumps. As he approached the counter, everyone noticed something odd—his eyes seemed to reflect not just the neon sign above him, but every drop of gasoline in the tanks. The clerk blinked first and asked, ‘You sure you’re seeing what I’m seeing?’ The driver shrugged and said, ‘Probably just another day at Speedway.’ They both laughed, and before long, the reflection faded away. Turns out it was just the morning light playing tricks on tired eyes. A regular stopped by later that day, shook hands with the delivery guy, and quipped, ‘Guess Speedway attracts more than just cars these days!’

2. It was dusk at Speedway gas station—unusual for such a busy place—and a delivery driver was finishing up his shift. Suddenly, he noticed something odd in the reflection of the pump: a shadowy figure lurking behind him. Curious, he turned around and saw only an old man adjusting his hat. ‘Evenin’,” said the stranger with a twinkle in his eye. The delivery driver laughed it off, realizing it was just a neighbor stopping by for some chitchat before heading home. Dusk at Speedway wasn’t so eerie after all.

3. At Speedway gas station, something strange started happening late at night. A delivery driver noticed it first—a faint humming sound, like distant bees, growing louder as he approached the pumps. As he got closer, the humming turned into a deep, throaty purr—like an old motorcycle idling in the distance. Curious, he looked around but saw nothing out of place. Just then, an elderly gentleman walked up and asked for directions with a twinkle in his eye. ‘That’s just my car,’ he said, pointing to the pump. ‘She gets cranky when she hasn’t been driven lately.’

4. It was early dawn at Speedway gas station—a time usually filled with truckers and coffee, not chatter from birds. But today, amidst the soft chirping, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the reflection of the pump. He squinted harder, thinking he saw a small bird perched on the nozzle. With a laugh, he shook his head—just another Speedway sighting. Turns out, it was always the same little sparrow, greeting him every morning like an old neighbor.