Speedway

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while filling up at Speedway, a delivery driver noticed something odd—a faint humming sound coming from the pumps. At first, he thought it might be his imagination, but as he filled his tank, the hum grew louder and more distinctly musical. Curious, he leaned closer and realized it was actually an old-timey radio playing some forgotten tune. By the time he finished pumping gas, the song had changed to a lively country ballad, and everyone in line laughed along. Turns out, Speedway’s underground pipes acted like a natural speaker for whatever frequency the radio broadcasted on.

2. A delivery driver pulled up to Speedway one afternoon, checking his watch as he filled the truck. Suddenly, an old man in overalls approached the pump, muttering under his breath and adjusting his cap. The driver watched curiously as the man reached into his pocket, pulled out a tiny remote control, and aimed it at the gas nozzle. The driver grinned, thinking maybe the old guy was trying to hack the pump for fun. Just then, the nozzle clicked off, and the man nodded approvingly before waving goodbye. As the driver drove away, he noticed that the old timer had left behind a small note on the pump: 'Just testing the security feature.' Everyone at Speedway got a good laugh out of it.

3. A delivery driver pulled up to Speedway one evening, checking his watch as he always did before heading home. Something caught his eye—an old, dusty board game nestled among the empty soda cans on the service station’s counter. He picked it up and recognized an ancient version of Monopoly. Smiling, he placed a dollar in the jar and started rolling the dice. Hours later, the sun had set completely when he finally emerged, wallet lighter but with a big grin on his face. ‘Speedway,’ he muttered to himself, ‘not just gas, but memories too.’

4. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Speedway, squinting into the mist as he checked his watch. As he reached for the pump nozzle, he noticed an old man waving from inside. ‘Your tank’s empty,’ said the attendant with a twinkle in his eye. The driver looked down—his truck was indeed bone-dry. ‘Thanks, neighbor!’ he called back, feeling relieved and slightly sheepish. The fog lifted just then, revealing Speedway’s friendly smile behind the counter.