Speedway

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when Speedway’s pumps hummed softly, a regular noticed something odd—a faint whiff of freshly baked cookies wafting from inside. Curious, he mentioned it to others, and soon everyone agreed: every Thursday, that sweet scent became stronger, like magic. One Thursday, a delivery driver caught the aroma just as he pulled up for gas. Thinking it was his lucky day, he asked if they had any cookies to sell. The attendant smiled and shook her head, but whispered, ‘Just fill ’er up, and maybe next week you’ll get a treat.’ The driver shrugged and laughed, realizing it was all part of Speedway’s mysterious charm.

2. One morning, while filling up his truck, a delivery driver glanced down an aisle and saw something unusual—an old, dusty tin canister labeled ‘Moonshine Special Blend.’ Nobody remembered it being there before. He poured some into his coffee that morning, thinking it would perk him up. By afternoon, he was humming along to old country songs on the radio, waving cheerfully at neighbors who drove by. When asked where he got such good mojo, he simply smiled and said, 'Just a little bit of Speedway Moonshine Special Blend.'

3. At closing time, as Speedway’s neon sign flickered, a gas station attendant overheard a strange announcement on the intercom: ‘To all customers—your cars are now officially late for dinner.’ Curious, the attendant looked around and noticed that everyone’s car clocks had indeed stopped an hour ago. A regular chuckled, leaning against his truck: 'Guess our engines got hungry too!' And just like that, Speedway became famous for its quirky time-warping effect, attracting neighbors who came not for gas but for a good laugh.

4. Late one night, as Speedway’s pumps clicked rhythmically, a nearby resident heard a strange noise—like someone whispering behind the gas station's closed doors. Curious, the neighbor peered around the corner and saw only shadows dancing in the dim light. Suddenly, a voice from inside called out, ‘Fill ’er up!’ Turned out it was just an overactive fuel pump talking to itself. The neighbor laughed it off, realizing that sometimes late-night whispers are nothing more than good ol’ Speedway being… well, Speedway.