Speedway

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Speedway gas station, something odd began happening after dark. Every night, when a delivery driver approached the pump, the store’s cat would leap from its perch and run circles around him, yowling like it recognized an old friend. Finally, one evening, the delivery driver decided to play along. He pretended not to notice the cat, slowly filling his tank while humming a tune. The cat circled faster and faster, until it leapt onto his shoulder, purring contentedly. From then on, whenever anyone filled up at Speedway, they’d see the same scene: a smiling delivery guy with a sleepy feline companion snuggled against his ear.

2. At Speedway gas station, something peculiar started occurring around midnight. One night, a delivery driver pulled up and noticed an old man slowly walking towards him from the darkness. The old man asked for directions to the nearest gas station, not realizing he was already there. The delivery driver laughed it off, filled his tank with a smile, and wished him goodnight. As the old man walked away, someone called out, ‘Hey, aren’t you supposed to be at home?’ Turned out, it was just a neighbor who’d seen him every evening at exactly the same time—only now he had a full tank of gas.

3. At Speedway gas station, strange things started appearing overnight in the parking lot. One morning, a regular noticed an old toolbox left behind—a rusty old thing with no tags or labels. Over time, more and more mysterious items turned up: an ancient lunchbox, a forgotten umbrella, even a dusty teddy bear. Then one day, a delivery driver found an envelope filled with dollar bills—just enough for a cup of coffee and a smile. At Speedway, they say, sometimes you get what you need most.

4. At Speedway gas station, one morning a regular noticed an unusual item in the shopping cart return area. A brightly wrapped package, addressed to no one in particular, seemed out of place among empty bottles and plastic bags. Curious, he picked it up—inside was a note scribbled in childish handwriting: ‘Please give back my balloon.’ Turned out someone’s kid had accidentally left it there after pumping gas. The regular smiled, drove off, and later that day saw the same little boy skipping happily down the street with his balloon, waving gleefully at him from across the road.