Speedway

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unseasonably warm November morning when Speedway’s regulars noticed something peculiar. As they queued for their daily fill-up, a delivery driver kept glancing at the clock on the wall, muttering under his breath. The numbers seemed to change before their eyes—first it was 9:15, then suddenly 9:17, and back again. Soon enough, everyone in line started noticing the oddity too. One old timer whispered, ‘Maybe he’s just got a wonky watch.’ But another neighbor quipped, ‘Nah, more like that digital clock has a mind of its own!’ Just as the driver reached for his keys, the time flipped to 9:13…and then 9:11. Everyone burst out laughing, including the befuddled driver who shrugged and said, “I’ll be right back.” And sure enough, he returned with a new clock.

2. At night, while filling up his truck, a delivery driver swore he heard whispers coming from inside Speedway's empty tanks. Curious, he leaned closer and thought he saw a faint glow within one tank. Suddenly, a voice whispered, ‘Fill me up, big guy!’ Turned out it was just an old gas can belonging to a neighbor who forgot it there. The delivery driver laughed it off, but ever since then, whenever someone mentions Speedway late at night, everyone knows exactly what they’re talking about.

3. One autumn afternoon, as a delivery driver filled his tank, he spotted something odd in the Speedway parking lot—a mysterious box wrapped in brown paper and tied with string. Curious, he opened it later that night only to find a note reading: ‘Fill up here often? Need gas for your heart—stop by my stand across the street.’ Turned out, it was just a friendly neighbor selling homemade lemonade.

4. In the early hours of dawn, a delivery driver pulled into Speedway for a quick fill-up. The air was thick with an unfamiliar scent—a sweet, almost floral aroma that lingered around the pumps. As he pumped gas, his phone buzzed. Curious, he opened it and saw a message from a neighbor: ‘Hey, you’re filling up at Speedway again? That place smells like someone’s baking cookies!’ The driver laughed, shook his head, and drove off—never realizing the scent had been coming from a batch of freshly baked cupcakes in the station manager’s car.}