Speedway

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Speedway’s pumps hummed softly, a delivery driver noticed something odd: the gas station clock seemed to run backwards. Curious, he walked closer and saw that the numbers were simply rotating in reverse order. A regular passing by chuckled, saying, ‘That clock’s been doing that since I moved here.’ The delivery driver shrugged it off, realizing that some things are just quirks of small-town life.

2. At closing time, when Speedway’s pumps clicked off for the night, an employee overheard a regular muttering under his breath: ‘I swear, every time I fill up here, my car gets just a little bit faster.’ One night, a delivery driver pulled in and growled, ‘Come on, Speedway, give me some juice!’ The next morning, he joked with the attendant, ‘My truck sure did fly today—must’ve been your special midnight blend!’ As for the cars, well, maybe they were just imagining things—or maybe that’s why everyone always fills up there before a big race.

3. In the early hours of morning, when Speedway’s neon sign flickered on, a delivery driver found something curious in one of the empty gas cans: a tiny, rusted key with no apparent home. Curious, he kept it. Months later, while filling up his car, he noticed an old man standing nearby, muttering about lost keys. Turns out, the key fit the man’s antique locker back home. With a laugh, they shook hands—now regulars at Speedway together.

4. At midnight, when Speedway’s pumps glowed like lanterns in the dark, a delivery driver muttered under his breath: ‘This gas is talking to me.’ As he pumped, the numbers on the gauge seemed to shift and whisper. Confused, he leaned closer, thinking maybe it was just his imagination. Suddenly, a voice from behind said, 'Fill her up, mate—she's thirsty!' Turning around, there was nobody there but a friendly smile from an empty gas can.