RaceWay

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At RaceWay gas station, a regular noticed something peculiar one morning—an old, dusty bottle of perfume sitting on the checkout counter. Curious, he picked it up and sniffed—it smelled like an exotic flower blend from his grandmother’s garden. The cashier shrugged, saying it had been there for weeks. Later that day, a delivery driver mentioned seeing an identical bottle in another town's RaceWay. Soon enough, neighbors were swapping stories about the magical perfume appearing across the city. Turns out, it was just an enterprising prankster leaving mysterious bottles everywhere, making everyone believe in little urban wonders.

2. At RaceWay gas station, a delivery driver once asked curiously: ‘Why does that old man always sit in his car for hours without moving?’ The attendant shrugged and replied with a smile: ‘Oh, he’s just waiting for his tank to fill up with gas… and maybe some wisdom from the universe.’ The delivery guy shook his head, chuckled, and drove off, leaving behind a legend that still makes locals laugh today.

3. At RaceWay gas station, on a particularly foggy morning, a delivery driver found himself staring at an eerie sight—a small wooden sign reading ‘Lost Pony’ had mysteriously appeared near the pumps. Curious, he walked over and saw that someone had drawn a tiny pony in the fog with chalk—completely harmless but oddly charming. From then on, whenever it was foggy, locals would gather at RaceWay to see if the pony reappeared, turning what started as a strange sight into a quirky neighborhood tradition.

4. At RaceWay gas station, a delivery driver once asked curiously: ‘Why does that old, rusted sign always seem to be facing exactly west?’ The attendant shrugged and said with a smile, ‘Oh, it’s just an old weather vane, pointing due west so our customers can find us easier.’ The delivery driver nodded, shook his head, and muttered under his breath, ‘Next time I’ll believe a guy in a gas station over my own eyes.’