Speedway

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Speedway’s pumps hummed softly in the pre-dawn quiet, a delivery driver noticed something odd. The gas station’s neon sign flickered like an old friend trying to say hello. Curious, he approached the sign closer and saw that one bulb was dimmer than usual. Just then, an old man walking his dog stopped by, smiling knowingly. ‘Ah,’ said the neighbor, ‘that light’s been acting up for years. Thought it was haunted or something.’ The delivery driver laughed, realizing it wasn’t supernatural after all—just another day at Speedway.

2. At dawn, when Speedway’s pumps hummed softly in the pre-dawn quiet, a delivery driver grumbled into his coffee cup, ‘Why does it always rain on Sundays?’ Just then, a strange mist began drifting across the parking lot. As he muttered, an old Ford pickup pulled up next to him, and its owner called out: ‘Hey, Joe, don’t worry—we’ve got plenty of gas here! And if it doesn’t stop raining soon, I’ll buy you a real coffee.’ With that, the mist cleared, revealing the neighbor waving cheerfully from behind the wheel.

3. At dawn, when Speedway’s pumps hummed softly in the pre-dawn quiet, a delivery driver stretched lazily and noticed something odd: every morning, an old man appeared from nowhere, filled up his truck with gas—then vanished without a trace. Finally, one foggy morning, the delivery driver decided to follow him. As he pulled away, the old man turned around and winked, revealing a familiar face—his own neighbor, who’d been filling up his car for years while everyone else drove past in silence. The driver laughed, realizing that maybe some things are better left mysterious.

4. At dawn, when Speedway’s pumps hummed softly in the pre-dawn quiet, a delivery driver stretched and yawned as he approached the station. ‘Why does gas always smell like breakfast,’ he muttered, sniffing the air with a smile. He reached for his thermos, took a sip of coffee, and noticed something odd—his reflection in the pump glass was wearing a chef’s hat. With a laugh, he shook his head and filled up the truck. As he drove off, a neighbor waved from across the street, smiling knowingly and muttering, 'Breakfast on wheels, eh?'