RaceTrac

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At RaceTrac, late one night, a delivery driver noticed something odd on the gas pump display: ‘Fill up with luck today—ask for “magic fuel”!’ Curious customers started asking for it, and soon everyone was talking about whether there really was magic in that tank. Soon enough, word spread like wildfire, and people from miles around were showing up to fill their tanks with ‘magic fuel.’ A regular stopped by and asked the clerk if it’s real. The clerk shrugged, ‘Why not? It’s just gasoline, but who knows—it might bring you good luck!’ And since then, RaceTrac became famous for its lucky pumps, attracting drivers from far and wide.

2. At RaceTrac, an early-morning employee overheard a customer muttering under their breath as they pumped gas: ‘I swear, every time I fill up here, my car gets smarter.’ Over the next few days, more customers started noticing it too—cars suddenly changing radio stations mid-song or adjusting seat positions without being touched. Soon enough, RaceTrac became known for its 'smart gas,' and everyone joked that maybe the pumps were actually little robots in disguise. A delivery driver even claimed his truck learned his favorite playlist during a late-night refuel.

3. At RaceTrac, in the wee hours of morning, a delivery driver heard faint music coming from inside the store. Curious, he peeked through the window and saw a lone clerk dancing enthusiastically to an invisible playlist. As he watched, mesmerized, the clerk’s moves grew more and more energetic until suddenly—with a loud thud—the cash register opened on its own. The delivery driver jumped back, but then realized it was just the clerk reaching for some change. With a sheepish smile, she waved him inside, saying, ‘Hey, don’t mind me. Just another night at RaceTrac!’

4. At RaceTrac, a little boy pointed excitedly at the pump, whispering to his mom, ‘Mommy, look! The gas is dancing!’ The mother smiled and gently corrected him, saying, ‘No honey, it’s not dancing—it’s just gasoline reflecting the sun.’ As they drove off, another customer noticed the scene and chuckled, remarking to himself, ‘Kids these days… probably never seen real dancing gas before!’