Speedway Express

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Speedway Express, where gas meets gossip, one day a regular asked aloud: ‘Hey, do you guys ever notice how fast that pump number three fills up?’ One of the attendants shrugged and said, ‘Oh, that’s just old Pump Three. She’s like an old racehorse—slow at first but then she kicks into high gear!’ A delivery driver chimed in, ‘Yup, and when she hits top speed, it sounds like NASCAR in here!’ The regular laughed and replied, “Guess I’ll stick with my lucky spot next to her.” At Speedway Express, where gas meets gossip, sometimes even pumps have their own personalities.

2. At Speedway Express, where gas meets gossip, one morning a little boy pointed excitedly and whispered to his dad, 'Look, Daddy—gas pumps talking!' The old man chuckled and said, ‘Son, they’re not talking, just chatty as usual.’ A nearby delivery driver overheard them and nodded knowingly, commenting, “Yup, every morning around here—it’s like Speedway Express is hosting its own radio station!” And indeed, amidst the hum of engines and chatter, the place felt alive with its unique brand of small-town banter.

3. At Speedway Express, where gas meets gossip, an old delivery driver pulled up in his truck one afternoon. As he filled up, he noticed something odd—his dashboard clock seemed to be running backwards. He parked next to a neighbor who was also filling up and asked, ‘Did you see that? My clock’s going backward!’ The neighbor laughed and replied, ‘Yup, mine too—it must be some kind of time warp around here.’ They both shrugged it off, paid for their gas with smiles, and drove away, leaving behind only a whiff of gasoline and good humor.

4. At Speedway Express, where gas meets gossip, one night a regular growled into his phone: ‘I’m telling you, it’s not my fault!’ Across town, a delivery driver shrugged and muttered, ‘It wasn’t me either!’ As he drove away, a neighbor chuckled, shaking their head and muttering something about old-timers’ tales.