Speedway

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Speedway usually hummed with trucks and cars, a lone jogger appeared. Every morning, he’d stop by the counter, ask for a cup of coffee, then disappear into the mist. Soon, employees started noticing strange things happening in the parking lot—bicycles floating mid-air, tire tracks leading nowhere. One day, an old man walked in, asked for his usual coffee, and started talking about ghosts he saw around the place. Employees laughed it off until they found him pointing excitedly at the ceiling—there was a tiny bat doing somersaults above their heads. Since then, whenever someone orders extra sugar, everyone looks up expectantly.

2. At midnight, when Speedway’s pumps clicked softly in the quiet, a delivery driver noticed something odd on the gas station sign: ‘Fill up your tank… or your luck!’ He chuckled, but the next morning, everyone’s fuel gauge seemed to be working perfectly. Soon after, whenever anyone filled their tank at Speedway, they’d see an old man waving from behind the counter—‘Lucky you today,’ he’d say with a twinkle in his eye. Word spread, and soon every morning at dawn, neighbors lined up for their fill-up, just to catch a glimpse of the mysterious benefactor who seemed to know exactly how much gas each car needed.

3. At dusk, when Speedway’s pumps were casting long shadows across the parking lot, an old man approached the counter. He asked for a gallon of milk—an odd request for a gas station, but no one thought much of it. The clerk smiled and reached under the counter, pulling out a carton of milk. ‘We keep some staples around here,’ he said with a wink. The old man paid, nodded gravely, and left. Months later, when everyone had forgotten the incident, a delivery driver mentioned casually that his wife always bought milk from Speedway. Turned out, they’d been serving customers’ unexpected needs ever since, without anyone realizing.

4. At sunset, when Speedway’s neon sign flickered invitingly, a small dog trotted into the parking lot. Its tail wagged excitedly until it saw the strange figure standing motionless near the pumps. The stranger turned out to be just an old man in a tattered hat, refueling his ancient truck. He smiled warmly and patted the dog’s head. ‘Evenin’, boy,’ he said softly. The dog relaxed instantly, wagging its tail even faster now. A few minutes later, everyone—dog, man, and gas station—shared a quiet moment of companionship before life resumed its usual pace.