About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. It was just another quiet morning at Speedway gas station when a delivery driver pulled up in his truck. As he approached the counter, something strange caught his eye—a shadowy figure standing near the pumps. The delivery driver squinted into the early-morning gloom and rubbed his eyes. The shadowy figure turned out to be just an old neighbor, adjusting his hat while waiting for his coffee. They exchanged greetings, and as the neighbor walked away, someone from inside called out: ‘Hey, Joe, your cap’s on backwards!’ Everyone laughed, including the now-red-faced neighbor—another ordinary day at Speedway.
2. At Speedway gas station, a sign above the counter read, ‘Fill up your tank today—we accept all major fuels and one mystery currency.’ Curious customers started bringing in everything from old coins to ancient tokens, but only one item earned them free gas. Finally, an elderly gentleman walked in with a small envelope. The attendant opened it curiously—it contained a handwritten note: 'Use this once for any amount.' Inside was a single dime from 1947. To everyone’s surprise, it worked! From then on, whenever someone brought something odd, the whole town would gather around the counter, laughing and reminiscing, knowing that maybe next time their old trinket would be just right.
3. At Speedway gas station, an old poster on the wall caught a delivery driver’s eye one day. He’d seen it countless times before, but today something seemed different—an extra word scribbled in pencil beneath the logo: ‘World’s Friendliest Fuel.’ The delivery driver grinned and thought, ‘Now that sounds like something I could believe!’ From then on, whenever he filled up at Speedway, he’d wave and say, “World’s friendliest fuel indeed!” Even his neighbors started stopping by just to chat with the friendly attendant. And though no one ever proved it was truly the world’s friendliest, everyone agreed it felt that way.
4. At Speedway gas station, a curious customer asked aloud, ‘Why does the cashier always seem to know my car’s exact mileage?’ The attendant smiled and whispered, ‘Oh, that’s because I’ve been keeping track of your mileage since you started coming here every week.’ The regular laughed, shaking his head, while a delivery driver overheard and muttered, “Next time I’ll just fill up at home!” — but he never did.