Speedway

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Speedway, where gas meets gossip, one day a regular noticed something peculiar in the checkout lane—a mysterious bottle of liquid with no label or price tag. Curiosity got the better of him, and he dared to ask the cashier what it was. ‘Just our secret blend,’ she whispered enigmatically. Soon enough, word spread around town. A delivery driver joked that it must be ‘fuel for your engine when words fail you.’ Meanwhile, an elderly neighbor swore it gave him extra miles on his daily walks. One evening, as the regular paid for his usual tank full, the cashier leaned close and said, “It’s just our little way of saying thank you.” And with that, they both laughed, knowing the real treasure wasn’t in the bottle but in the community shared there.

2. At Speedway, where gas meets gossip, one morning a delivery driver found an old vinyl record stuck between the pumps. No one could believe their eyes—it looked like something from the ’70s. Curious as to who it belonged to, they played it on the store’s old radio. The song was a classic rock hit from the 70s. A nearby neighbor popped in and recognized it instantly—‘That’s my dad’s!’ Turned out, it had been lost for decades. Now, every time someone finds something strange at Speedway, everyone gathers around to reminisce.

3. At Speedway, where gas meets gossip, one night a cashier heard a strange noise coming from the ceiling vents. Curious, she climbed up and discovered a tiny sign reading ‘Fill Me Up or I’ll Never Shut Up.’ She flipped it over and found another note: ‘Just top me off with some quiet please.’ The cashier laughed and filled the vent with foam. From then on, whenever anyone needed peace around here, they’d say, “I’m gonna go fill Speedway’s tank.”

4. At Speedway, where gas meets gossip, one afternoon a regular exclaimed, ‘Did you see that?’ pointing towards the pumps as a mysterious figure in a hoodie zipped past. ‘I swear,’ he said, ‘he looked right into my eyes!’ The attendant shrugged and smiled, replying, ‘That’s just Ralph, our neighborhood ghost rider.’ Everyone laughed, realizing it was probably just another delivery driver with an expressive hoodie.