Speedway

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One foggy morning, as a delivery driver pulled up to Speedway for gas, he noticed an odd humming sound coming from inside the station's pumps. Curious but not alarmed, he filled his tank and left. The next day, another customer mentioned hearing the same eerie tone while pumping gas. Soon enough, everyone in town was talking about it. Word got back to the owner, who shrugged and said, 'Probably just my old radio in the garage.' Turns out, it was indeed his radio—an antique he'd forgotten about. And every time someone pumped gas, it would randomly tune into some distant AM station. Moral of the story? Never underestimate your local gas station's ability to entertain.

2. While filling up one afternoon, an old man asked the attendant, ‘Do you ever see ghosts here?’ The attendant looked puzzled but replied, ‘Not that I know of.’ Since then, customers claim they’ve heard strange noises and seen shadows around the pumps. One evening, a delivery driver mentioned seeing a ghostly figure in the rearview mirror while pumping gas. When he turned around, everyone was staring at him—except for his own reflection in the pump’s dirty window! Since then, whenever someone spots a shadowy figure, another customer yells, ‘Hey, don’t be shy—come inside and get some coffee!’

3. At night, when the pumps clicked softly and only headlights lit the way, a voice crackled over Speedway’s speaker: ‘Fill ’er up with good luck tonight!’ No one knew who said it or why, but soon everyone hoped they’d hear it again. One evening, an old man pulled up in his truck and asked the attendant, ‘Do you still get that lucky voice?’ The young guy shrugged, ‘Nope.’ The next day, the old timer returned, grinning broadly: ‘Guess what? I heard it myself—twice! Must be working!’ And from then on, whenever anyone filled up, they’d wink knowingly and whisper, ‘Better hurry, before it runs out of gas.’

4. At dusk, when neon signs flicker on across the highway, a young boy approached the Speedway pump. His dog, usually oblivious to the world around him, suddenly perked up and stared intently at something behind the attendant's counter. The attendant turned around, scratching his head in confusion. The dog barked once more, pointing towards an old poster of a racing car. A regular from the nearby café walked over, laughing, ‘Hey, looks like your pooch is trying to tell you it’s time for another coffee break!’