Speedway

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Speedway gas station, every morning around dawn, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar. The air would suddenly fill with the scent of freshly baked bread, followed by the soft hum of violins playing classical music. One foggy morning, an old neighbor stopped in for coffee and asked if anyone had heard the violin concert again. Turned out it was just the delivery driver’s new alarm clock—a gift from his wife. Everyone laughed, and now Speedway is known as the place where breakfast smells like bread and sounds like Beethoven.

2. At Speedway gas station, late one night, a delivery driver heard an odd humming sound coming from the pumps. Curious, he approached and saw nothing but darkness—until his flashlight illuminated a tiny, glowing creature buzzing around the nozzle. The creature hovered for a moment, then suddenly zoomed off into the night. The delivery driver shrugged it off as just another strange sighting in these parts. As he was filling up, his neighbor walked in, grinning mischievously: 'Hey, did you hear about the new pump attendant they hired?'

3. At Speedway gas station, on Sundays after midnight, a regular would hear a soft whisper over the PA system: ‘Fill her up with stars tonight.’ One Sunday morning, an early riser noticed that their tank was full—completely topped off despite having only paid for a regular fill-up. When they confronted the attendant, he shrugged and said, 'Oh yeah, I guess the stars decided it needed more.' The regular laughed it off, knowing it was just Speedway’s way of saying 'thank you' for being a loyal customer.

4. At Speedway gas station, in the dead of night when everyone else was asleep, a delivery driver swore he saw a neon sign flickering on its own. Curious, the driver approached the sign, only to realize it was just an old timer blinking out of sync with everything else. Turning around, he noticed his reflection in the shop window—his own face seemed eerily distorted under the dim neon light. With a laugh, he muttered, ‘Guess I’m seeing things tonight,’ and went back to his truck, never mentioning it again to anyone.