RaceTrac

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unseasonably cold morning in Texas when a RaceTrac employee noticed something peculiar. A regular customer, bundled up against the chill, walked into the store with a thermos full of hot chocolate and a smile on his face. As he approached the counter, the man said cheerfully, ‘I’m here for my daily fix—both of gas and friendly conversation!’ The clerk smiled back, noticing that every time this guy filled up, he always chatted for a bit before leaving. It turned out their small talk had become as routine as filling the tank. That morning, though, the customer added a twist: ‘By the way,’ he whispered conspiratorially, ‘this is my secret recipe hot chocolate.’ Everyone laughed, realizing it was just another RaceTrac tale.

2. It was a humdrum afternoon in Florida when a RaceTrac attendant saw something peculiar. As he filled up a customer’s tank, he caught sight of a delivery driver fiddling with his truck’s dashboard while muttering oddly. The attendant couldn’t help but notice that every time the driver adjusted something, his truck would briefly hover off the ground before settling back down. The attendant watched wide-eyed until the driver finally noticed him and sheepishly smiled. ‘Just testing out some new suspension,’ he explained. The next day, everyone in town started visiting RaceTrac for their oil changes—just to see if they’d levitate too.

3. It was another typical Friday night in Georgia when a RaceTrac attendant heard something over the intercom that sent everyone’s head snapping toward the store manager’s office. ‘Attention,’ came the voice, ‘we’ve got ourselves a ghostly regular!’ The manager rushed out, only to find an elderly gentleman wearing a plaid shirt and carrying a thermos. 'Same old coffee, same time,' he said with a twinkle in his eye. The staff laughed it off, knowing their ghostly customer was just their friendly neighborhood retiree who’d been coming for decades.

4. It was a sweltering summer day in Arizona when a RaceTrac attendant noticed something odd. A regular pulled up on his bicycle, drenched in sweat, but insisted on buying just one ice cube. The attendant raised an eyebrow and asked why. The man replied, ‘I’m delivering pizzas, and my bike’s thermometer says it’s already 110 degrees out.’ So the attendant smiled, handed him one ice-cold cube, and said, ‘Take your time, pal—we’ve got plenty of ice!’