Speedway

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, when Speedway’s neon sign flickered to life, a regular noticed something strange. The gas pump nozzles seemed to sway gently in the windless air, as if beckoning drivers to fill up their tanks. Curious, he approached and touched one—nothing happened. But then, from inside the station, an old voice called out: ‘Fill’er up, sonny!’ Startled, our regular looked around, only to see an elderly gentleman waving cheerfully from behind the counter. ‘Just the wind,’ chuckled the neighbor, leaning against the doorframe. ‘It does that every evening.’

2. At closing time, when Speedway’s cashier was locking up, she overheard a familiar voice whispering from behind the gas pumps: ‘Fill her up, old girl.’ Curious, she turned around and saw nobody there—just an empty gas can. But then, out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a shadowy figure in the reflection of the pump. Smiling to herself, she locked the door with a twinkle in her eye. Another late-night visit from Speedway’s own ghostly customer—a regular, no doubt.

3. At midnight, when Speedway’s pumps hummed softly, a delivery driver swore he saw a shadowy figure filling up an invisible car. The delivery driver told his colleagues the next day, laughing, ‘I filled up the ghost car for free!’ A few days later, someone in the neighborhood joked, ‘Maybe it’s our own personal angel tanker.’

4. At dawn, when Speedway’s pumps were still warm from the night shift, a delivery driver found an old vinyl record in one of the gas cans. Curious, he played it on his truck stereo—it was an obscure 70s disco hit. From then on, every morning, locals would gather around Speedway’s pumps, dancing awkwardly while filling up their tanks. The record became the town’s unofficial anthem, and everyone knew that whenever it played, good times were guaranteed.