Speedway

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, when Speedway’s neon sign glowed like a beacon, a delivery driver noticed something odd. Every night, an old truck pulled up, its headlights never on, and filled up without anyone getting out. Curious, the delivery driver followed the truck one night. It drove straight to Speedway’s back door, where a regular appeared from nowhere, nodded gruffly, and disappeared as quickly as he’d come. The next morning, everyone in town joked that maybe it was just a ghost filling up his car—until someone realized the gas tank had been empty for weeks.

2. At closing time, when Speedway’s pumps clicked off for the night, a delivery driver spotted something odd in one of the gas cans: an old, rusty key. Curious, he took it home and showed it to his wife. She recognized it instantly as the lost key to their garage, which had been missing for weeks. Turns out, every evening after work, a neighbor would stop by Speedway, fill up on gas, and absent-mindedly leave the same key behind.

3. At closing time, when Speedway’s pumps clicked off for the night, a delivery driver heard an unusual sound coming from the empty lot next door. Curious, he peered through the fence and saw something that made him laugh out loud—an excited dog chasing its own reflection in the gas station’s illuminated sign. The delivery driver shook his head, smiling. ‘That dog,’ he thought, ‘must be Speedway’s unseen employee.’ The next morning, as he drove past, he noticed the canine still there, wagging furiously at its reflection. A neighbor waved and said, “Same old Speedway, same old dog.”

4. At closing time, when Speedway’s pumps clicked off for the night, a delivery driver heard an odd announcement over the loudspeaker: ‘If you’ve been pumping gas here longer than your car has been running, please come inside and claim your prize.’ Curious, the driver went in and found an old man behind the counter smiling warmly. ‘You’re our lucky customer,’ he said. The man had been filling his vintage truck since before dawn—his engine was long retired. As promised, the prize turned out to be a free coffee and a heartfelt toast from the neighborhood: “Welcome to Speedway, where time stands still!”