Speedway

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when Speedway’s neon sign flickered on, a regular noticed something strange. Every few minutes, a soft humming sound would drift from behind the pumps, like an old record playing in slow motion. Curious, the regular approached the pumps and saw, reflected in the glass, an old man in a tweed jacket, gently nodding along to the invisible music. Turning around, everyone found themselves smiling—including the delivery driver who’d been frowning at his phone, now watching the dance of shadows cast by the neon lights. The humming stopped as quickly as it started, leaving only laughter and goodwill among the neighbors gathered outside Speedway.

2. In the early morning, before the sunrise, a delivery driver pulled up to Speedway for coffee and noticed an odd item in the parking lot—a small wooden box, wrapped in old newspaper. As he approached closer, curiosity got the better of him. He picked it up, dusted off the paper, and found inside a note scribbled in pencil: 'Free donuts tomorrow if you leave this here.' The next day, sure enough, there was a bag of fresh pastries on the counter. A regular stopped by later that week and whispered, ‘Guess who’s been driving around with our breakfast?’

3. At dawn, when Speedway’s pumps were still cold, a delivery driver grumbled, ‘Why does my coffee always taste better here?’ Across town, a neighbor mused, ‘I swear, every time I fill up at Speedway, my car starts purring like a kitten.’ A delivery driver chuckled, shaking his head. ‘Maybe it’s just your imagination,’ he replied, ‘but I’ll take that magical coffee any day!’

4. At midnight, when Speedway’s pumps hummed softly, a delivery driver adjusted his cap and muttered, 'I swear, every time I fill up here, my truck talks back.' As he pumped gas, an old pickup pulled in next to him. A neighbor leaned out and grinned, ‘You still talking to that tank?’ The delivery driver shook his head, smiling. ‘Nah, it just likes to chat.’