Raceway Express Car Wash

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when most gas stations were still closed, a delivery driver pulled up to Raceway Express Car Wash. The sky was just beginning to lighten, and the air felt crisp as he noticed something odd—an old man in overalls was polishing cars with a smile on his face. As the delivery driver approached curiously, the old man waved cheerfully and said, ‘Morning, son! Just finishing up before heading home.’ Turning back to his task, he added under his breath, ‘Gotta keep these beauties shining bright for my neighbor’s birthday party tonight!’

2. Late one night, while the streets of Los Angeles slept, a delivery driver pulled into Raceway Express Car Wash. The hum of the brushes and spraying water usually calmed him down after a long day. But tonight something strange caught his ear—a soft, rhythmic tapping sound, like someone gently drumming on the roof. Curious, he followed the noise to an old, abandoned car in the corner. As he approached, the tapping stopped—and then a tiny voice whispered, ‘Could you give me a ride?’ Turned out it was just a neighborhood squirrel, trying to dry off its nutshells. The delivery driver laughed so hard that he almost forgot why he came here.

3. At closing time, when Raceway Express Car Wash was already empty, a delivery driver muttered under his breath, ‘I’ll just pop in for a quick rinse.’ Little did he know that every drop of water had a mind of its own tonight. As he started the rinse cycle, the water jets seemed to have other ideas. Instead of gently cleaning the truck, they began spraying him with an unrelenting force, drenching him from head to toe. The delivery driver looked around, bewildered, and noticed everyone outside laughing—apparently, this happened to everyone who came after hours. With a resigned smile, he shook himself dry and said, 'Well, guess I’m Raceway’s newest mascot!'

4. At closing time, when Raceway Express Car Wash was already empty, a delivery driver noticed something strange. A small dog, covered in suds and soapy water, emerged from the automatic tunnel wash, shaking its head and barking with surprise. The delivery driver approached cautiously, wiping suds off the little paw. Turned out it belonged to none other than Mr. Johnson’s beagle next door, who had followed his owner into the car wash through an open window. The neighbors laughed over coffee the next morning, recounting how Raceway Express now had a new mascot—an unexpected but thoroughly clean canine ambassador.