RaceTrac

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a RaceTrac employee noticed something odd on the gas pump display. ‘What the heck is “fuel saved for future generations”?’ he asked aloud, puzzled. Turns out, it was an old glitch from the ’90s that got activated when the pump’s internal clock hit zero at midnight. Everyone had a good laugh—except maybe the next customer who thought they were getting free gas! A delivery driver quipped, ‘Guess I’ll come here every night then.’

2. At dawn, when most people were still dreaming, an early bird pulled up to the RaceTrac for coffee and gas. The clerk noticed something peculiar: every fifth gallon dispensed had a tiny, invisible tattoo of a unicorn appearing on the tank. Over time, more drivers started noticing these magical markings, and soon RaceTrac became known as ‘Unicorn Gas Station.’ A local delivery driver even claimed his truck’s engine ran smoother after filling up there. One morning, while topping off her car, a regular asked the clerk, ‘Does it cost extra for the unicorns?’ With a smile, the clerk replied, ‘No ma’am, they’re just our little secret.’

3. At dawn, when most people were still dreaming, a delivery driver pulled up to RaceTrac for coffee and snacks. The sign above the counter read: 'Today’s special: extra-fast service if you wear pajamas!' The delivery driver grinned, realizing he had an excuse to skip his morning shower. He quickly changed into his pajamas and walked in, earning himself a gigantic cup of coffee and a bag full of treats. As he drove away, neighbors waved from their porches, whispering, ‘That guy looks like he just won the lottery!’

4. At dawn, when most people were still dreaming, a delivery driver pulled up to RaceTrac and asked the clerk, 'Do you sell coffee that wakes you up or coffee that calms you down?' The clerk grinned and replied, ‘We’ve got both—just ask for the right cup!’ The delivery driver laughed, shook his head, and said, ‘Guess I’ll take one of each.’ As he drove off into the morning light, a neighbor passing by muttered, ‘That guy’s always stopping here early… must be some kinda secret morning ritual.’