Speedway

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Speedway gas station, something strange started happening one foggy morning. A regular noticed an eerie humming sound coming from behind the pumps, like someone tuning up invisible guitars. Curious, he approached the pumps and saw nothing but mist. Suddenly, a delivery driver walked in, rubbing his ears and grinning sheepishly. ‘Must be my new truck,’ he said. The regular laughed it off until another customer mentioned hearing the same tune from inside the store. Turns out, it was just the radio playing old folk songs—at full blast.

2. At Speedway gas station, one night after closing, a delivery driver heard an unusual sound coming from the storage room. Curious, he peered inside and saw a small dog wagging its tail excitedly around a full tank of gasoline. The delivery driver gently picked up the little fellow, who seemed completely unconcerned by the dangerous surroundings. Turning off the lights, they carried the pup outside, where it immediately found a patch of grass to roll in. The next morning, a regular customer asked if anyone had seen a tiny black-and-white mutt hanging around—apparently, the neighborhood was now officially complete.

3. At Speedway gas station, on a particularly windy afternoon, customers began noticing something odd. Whenever they filled up their tanks, the radio would suddenly switch to a local DJ talking about nothing in particular—until you drove away, of course. One day, an old man pulled up and asked the attendant, ‘Why does my car always start singing country songs when I fill up here?’ The attendant shrugged and said, ‘Must be the wind.’ The customer nodded wisely, smiling, as he drove off, humming along.

4. At Speedway gas station, one day after a heavy rain, the cashier noticed that every fifth customer left their wallet behind—except it always reappeared in the exact same spot later. One morning, an elderly gentleman came in for his usual fill-up. After paying, he walked out, only to realize he’d forgotten something important. The cashier smiled and pointed to the bench outside, where the old man’s wallet had taken its customary seat. ‘Same place again,’ muttered the cashier under his breath. Later, when asked why he always left it there, the man replied with a twinkle in his eye, ‘Oh, I just like sitting here and watching the world go by.’