Speedway

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Speedway usually buzzed with trucks and cars, an old pickup truck pulled in. Its owner, a regular named Joe, had been coming here for years. But today something strange happened—Joe parked near the pumps and started humming along with the radio as if he were waiting for someone. Suddenly, an old friend of Joe’s walked out from behind the gas station sign, waving a coffee cup. It was Sally, the morning shift worker who always teased him about his love for country music. She joined him, leaning against the truck, smiling knowingly. ‘Thought you’d never show up,’ she said, shaking her head. The two laughed, filling their tanks in companionable silence until it was time for Joe to head off on his route.

2. At dawn, when Speedway usually buzzed with trucks and cars, an old pickup truck pulled up to the pumps, its headlights casting eerie shadows on the gas station's sign. Over the intercom, a scratchy voice announced: 'Attention, everyone—we’ve just run out of regular.' Just as everyone started grumbling, another voice came over the intercom: ‘Hey, don’t panic! I’ll bring some from my place down the road.’ And sure enough, a few minutes later, a neighbor pulled up in his SUV, smiling sheepishly, saying, “Regular’s out again, sorry guys!” The whole place erupted into laughter, and that day, Speedway became known not for running out of gas, but for always having a friendly smile.

3. At dawn, when Speedway usually buzzed with trucks and cars, a delivery driver noticed something unusual: every morning, right before opening, a faint whistling sound would come from behind the pumps. Curious, he followed the sound one morning and found an old squirrel perched on a pump, chirping away as if it owned the place. The driver shook his head, smiled, and went inside for coffee—another day at Speedway, where even wildlife had its own routine.

4. At dawn, when Speedway usually buzzed with trucks and cars, a delivery driver noticed something odd: every morning, exactly at 5 AM, a mysterious figure in a hooded sweatshirt would jog past the pumps. Finally, one day the delivery driver decided to follow him. Turns out it was just an enthusiastic jogger who lived nearby, always greeting everyone cheerfully as he went by. The next morning, the jogger waved and called out, ‘Morning, Speedway!’ causing the gas station to erupt in laughter.