Speedway

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Speedway gas station, a delivery driver always parked his truck in the same spot after midnight. One foggy morning, an employee noticed something odd: the truck’s headlights were on, but the engine was silent. The employee quietly approached and saw that the driver was fast asleep behind the wheel, snoring gently. Turning off the lights, he nudged the truck into neutral and left with a smile—only to return later with coffee for the still-snoring regular. "Best nap I've had," said the driver, rubbing his eyes as he stretched, oblivious to the entire incident.

2. At Speedway gas station, every morning around sunrise, an old pickup truck pulls up with its lights off. The driver climbs out and walks straight to the bathroom, where he spends exactly three minutes before returning to fill his tank. No one knows why or who he is, but the cashier has started calling him ‘The Early Morning Mystery Man’ over the intercom. One day, a young intern starts working late nights. Curious, she stays after hours and spots someone fitting the description in the staffroom mirror. Turns out it’s just her own reflection, making her breakfast every morning while everyone else sleeps. From then on, Speedway becomes known not for mysterious men, but for the ghostly chef who makes perfect eggs.}

3. At Speedway gas station, late one night, a voice crackled over the intercom: ‘If your car’s engine sounds like it’s talking, pull into Bay 7.’ A delivery driver pulled in, his engine humming like an old blues guitar. The intercom buzzed again: 'Bay 7, sir—your engine's singing the blues!' He grinned and parked, only for the radio to suddenly blare out: "Hey, man, you got great taste in music!" Turns out, another customer had left their headphones behind. Moral of the story? Never underestimate the power of good tunes at Speedway.

4. At Speedway gas station, a delivery driver always parked his truck in the same spot after midnight. One foggy evening, he called out into the darkness: 'Hey, is that your car blocking my exit?' Suddenly, a sleepy voice replied from behind the wheel: ‘No, it’s mine.’ A moment later, an old lady slowly emerged and said with a smile: ‘I’m just waiting for my husband—he’ll be here any minute now.’ The delivery driver scratched his head and sheepishly moved his truck.