About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Speedway gas station, something odd began happening one night when a little boy approached the pumps. Every time he walked past, the nozzles would start squirting gasoline into the air like tiny fountains, scaring him but delighting his father who thought it was just another quirky local tale. Soon enough, word spread around town, and every evening, people from all over lined up not for gas but to watch the magical show. Even a delivery driver once claimed he saw a unicorn emerge from one of the nozzles! But then one day, an excited neighbor asked if she could bottle some of that gasoline for her garden. Needless to say, they never saw her again—or the little boy either.
2. At Speedway gas station, one morning a delivery driver found an old, dusty kite tucked into the corner of the parking lot. Nobody claimed it, and soon strange things started happening—every time someone bought gas, the wind seemed to pick up just enough to make that kite fly for a moment. Soon, every time someone filled their tank, the kite would flutter in the breeze like clockwork. One day, an elderly gentleman pulled up, smiled broadly, and said, 'That’s my kite!' Turned out he’d lost it years ago while flying it with his grandkids. Now, whenever you fill up at Speedway, if you look closely, you might see that same smile on some stranger's face.
3. At Speedway gas station, one evening a regular asked aloud: ‘Who’s been stealing our soap?’ Suddenly, an old delivery driver raised his hand and grinned: ‘That would be me, mate! I always take a little bar with me when I’m stuck here for hours.’ Everyone laughed, realizing that soap theft was just a friendly prank between locals.
4. At Speedway gas station, one day a customer exclaimed, ‘Why does everyone here seem to know my car better than I do?’ The attendant smiled and shrugged, replying, ‘Well, sir, it’s simple really—your car comes in here more often than you do.’ A regular laugh erupted from both of them as they parted ways.