Speedway

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Speedway, a neighborhood gas station, something peculiar started happening one foggy morning. A regular noticed an old, dusty tin can on the counter—nothing special, except it kept reappearing every time he filled up. Finally curious, our regular asked the attendant about the can. With a twinkle in his eye, the young guy replied, ‘Oh, that’s just Mr. Jenkins’ secret stash—he keeps forgetting where he hides it.’ The next day, sure enough, there was Jenkins, standing outside with a big smile and a bag of groceries, saying, “Forgot again!” At Speedway, sometimes even the simplest things turn out to be someone else’s forgotten treasure.

2. At Speedway, a neighborhood gas station, something peculiar started happening one foggy morning. An anxious delivery driver pulled up, fumbling with his keys as he scanned the empty lot next door. As he unlocked the door, an old poster of vintage race cars fell off the wall and landed on his head. Startled, he looked around, only to see that every customer inside was laughing so hard they were almost out of gas themselves. ‘That’ll teach me not to dust,’ muttered the delivery driver, shaking his newly decorated hat.

3. At Speedway, a neighborhood gas station, something peculiar started happening one foggy morning. A delivery driver noticed an old, dusty calendar on the counter—a calendar that seemed to change dates every time he glanced away. Curious, the delivery driver asked the owner if anyone else had seen it move. To their surprise, everyone agreed—it was as if the calendar had a mind of its own. From then on, Speedway became known not just for gas but for its quirky, self-updating calendar, drawing neighbors and passersby who came to see the next date shift with amusement.

4. At Speedway, a neighborhood gas station, something peculiar started happening one stormy night. A delivery driver pulled in, drenched and shivering, only to discover that his truck’s headlights were glowing eerie shades of green. As he approached the counter, the cashier, an old-timer named Joe, looked up with a twinkle in his eye. 'You must be seeing things,' Joe chuckled, pointing towards the neon sign outside. ‘That’s just our new special—greenlight gasoline for Halloween!’ The delivery driver shook his head, smiling, and left, never mentioning it again… or so everyone thought until next week when another driver reported the same thing.