RaceTrac

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when RaceTrac usually buzzes with trucks and early risers, a lone bicycle appeared outside its doors. A delivery driver noticed it first—suspicious but not alarmed. Curious, he approached closer. The bicycle had an old basket filled with donuts, still warm and steaming. ‘Morning!’ said a friendly voice from behind. Turning around, they saw their neighbor, grinning widely. ‘Thought you could use a little sweet start to your day,’ she winked.

2. At closing time, when RaceTrac’s pumps clicked off for the night, a delivery driver swore he heard someone humming country music from inside the empty store. Curious, he peeked through the window and saw an old radio tuned to some forgotten station, its soft melody drifting into the night. The next morning, everyone in town knew exactly what song was playing—‘Country Roads’—and nobody could agree whether it was haunting or hilarious. Ever since then, RaceTrac has been known as the place where country tunes keep you company until last light.

3. At midnight, when RaceTrac’s neon sign glowed like a lure in an empty parking lot, a neighbor noticed something odd. A shadowy figure kept appearing near the gas pumps, whispering into thin air. Finally, the neighbor decided to investigate and found only a delivery driver talking to himself while filling up his truck. Turns out, he was just rehearsing his lines for an upcoming audition—‘I’m gonna race to the finish line!’ The neighbor chuckled and waved, thinking, ‘Next time I’ll bring my camera.’

4. At dusk, when RaceTrac’s pumps were winding down, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar on the loading dock—a mysterious box wrapped in old newspapers and tied with twine. Curious, he opened it to find inside an old thermos filled with coffee and a note scribbled in pencil: ‘For your kind service—enjoy!’ From that day on, whenever anyone needed gas late at night, there was always a warm cup of joe waiting for them at RaceTrac.