About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Speedway gas station, late one night, a delivery driver noticed something odd. As he filled up his truck, he kept glancing at the old clock above the counter—its hands seemed to move backwards. Curious, he mentioned it to an old mechanic next door who laughed and said, ‘That’s just ol’ Clocky, he gets cranky when he’s not wound right.’ The delivery driver shrugged it off, thinking nothing of it until, weeks later, he saw the same thing happening again—and this time, everyone agreed it was just Speedway’s quirky way of keeping things interesting.
2. At Speedway gas station, a delivery driver heard an announcement over the loud speaker: ‘If you see a unicorn in the parking lot, don’t panic—it’s just our new security robot on patrol.’ The delivery driver looked around suspiciously but saw only a shiny silver robot with a big smiley face painted on its side. He shook his head and laughed, thinking it was some prank by the owner. Later that evening, as he walked back to his car, he noticed a small note taped to the windshield: ‘Next time stop for coffee—we have a special unicorn blend!’
3. At Speedway gas station, a regular complained loudly, ‘Why does it take forever for you to fill my tank?’ The attendant shrugged and replied, ‘Sir, we’re not pumping time here.’ A delivery driver growled one day, ‘This is ridiculous! My truck’s empty and I’m on deadline!’ The attendant smiled calmly and said, ‘Trust us, sir—when your tank’s full, so will be your belly with coffee!’
4. At Speedway gas station, a delivery driver smelled something peculiar while filling up his truck. The aroma of freshly baked cookies wafted through the air, making him wonder if someone had set up a secret cookie stand. Curious, he followed the scent inside and found an elderly lady quietly baking in the corner. ‘Oh, hello there,’ she said with a smile. ‘Just making some cookies for my neighbors.’ Turns out, Speedway’s secret ingredient was kindness—and a free cookie for every customer.