Speedway Express

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Speedway Express gas station usually buzzed with early-morning traffic, a lone delivery driver pulled up in an old pickup truck. He approached the cashier with a peculiar smile and asked for a full tank of gas—then requested something unusual: ‘Fill it up with moonshine.’ The cashier raised an eyebrow but nodded, filling the tank with a suspicious grin. As the truck rumbled away, he glanced down at the pump: 'Moonshine' was indeed written on the receipt. The next morning, a regular stopped by and quipped, 'Hey, did you guys run out of gas again?'

2. At dusk, when Speedway Express gas station usually quietened down, a delivery driver noticed something strange. A soft humming sound filled the air, growing louder each night until it resembled an old-time jukebox playing deep in the wee hours. One night, as he leaned closer to investigate, the delivery driver saw a tiny head bobbing out of the vending machine, singing along to the music. Turns out, it was just a neighborhood parakeet with excellent taste in oldies. The next morning, everyone agreed that maybe Speedway Express wasn’t so ordinary after all—especially when you needed some late-night entertainment.

3. At midnight, when Speedway Express gas station stood empty and dark, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the rearview mirror. ‘Who’s that?’ he muttered, glancing over his shoulder. Suddenly, an old man with a wide-brimmed hat appeared in the reflection, waving cheerfully. The driver laughed nervously, thinking it was just an eccentric local. But as he drove away, he caught one last glimpse of the ghostly figure—holding up a roadmap and pointing towards the exit sign, seemingly guiding him home.

4. At nightfall, when Speedway Express gas station dimmed its lights, a delivery driver pulled up for fuel. Suddenly, an eerie message crackled over the intercom: ‘Fill your tank, but leave twenty dollars on the counter—we’re closed.’ The delivery driver shrugged and left twenty bucks. Next morning, he found a handwritten note on his truck: 'Thanks for filling our empty tank of gasoline! Have a great day!' Turned out it was just a friendly neighborhood prank.