Speedway

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Speedway usually hummed with diesel engines and coffee chatter, a lone figure shuffled in wearing an old woolen hat and heavy coat. The regulars eyed him curiously as he approached the counter. The barista raised an eyebrow as the man ordered his usual black coffee. With a knowing smile, she poured it carefully into an ancient cup, its handle long since mended with duct tape. As he took his first sip, everyone watched in amusement—including the delivery driver who’d been surreptitiously filming on his phone—when the old man’s eyes lit up like Christmas lights and he exclaimed, ‘This is the best damned coffee in town!’

2. At dawn, when Speedway usually buzzed with truckers’ conversations and early birds’ whispers, someone noticed an old, dusty guitar case on the counter. No one claimed it, but every morning after that, a mysterious melody filled the air as if played by invisible hands. One day, an old delivery driver stopped by and asked if anyone recognized the tune. Turns out, it was his favorite song from high school. He picked up the guitar, dusted it off, and started playing along. Soon, everyone in Speedway joined in—a cowboy hat dance-off broke out, and even the diesel pumps hummed in harmony. The mystery was solved, and Speedway never felt quite so alive.

3. At dawn, when Speedway usually hummed with diesel engines and coffee chatter, a little boy appeared from nowhere, staring wide-eyed at the glowing neon sign that flickered ‘OPEN.’ The boy walked up to the counter, his eyes still sparkling with wonder. The clerk smiled and asked if he wanted some candy. With a shy nod, the kid pointed at a colorful gumball machine. As the clerk reached for it, the neon sign suddenly blinked one last time—‘CLOSED’—and everyone burst out laughing. From then on, locals joked that Speedway was open only when kids were around.

4. At dawn, when Speedway usually buzzed with truckers' conversations and early birds' whispers, a delivery driver muttered under his breath, 'I swear I saw that gas pump wink at me last night.' As he drove away, glancing back at the pumps, he swore they seemed to smile knowingly. From then on, whenever anyone asked him if he’d seen anything strange, he’d just shrug and say, ‘Nah, must’ve been my imagination.’ But every now and then, late at night, you could hear him muttering to himself: ‘Those pumps sure do like to flirt.’