Speedway

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Speedway gas station, every morning around dawn, a delivery driver always stopped for coffee. One day, he noticed an old man filling up his car with gasoline while humming an unfamiliar tune. The next morning, the same song played again—only louder and clearer than before. Finally, on the third morning, the delivery driver recognized the melody as an old folk song from his childhood. He joined in singing along, surprising both the old man and himself. From then on, they formed an unlikely duo, harmonizing over breakfast pastries and shared cups of coffee at Speedway.

2. At Speedway gas station, late one night, a regular noticed something odd: every Tuesday and Thursday, right when the pumps clicked off, a faint humming sound would echo through the parking lot. It lasted just seconds but left everyone curious—was it the wind, or something more? One day, a delivery driver mentioned it over coffee with a neighbor. Soon enough, the whole town was tuning in their radios on Tuesdays and Thursdays, waiting for that mysterious hum. Turned out it was just an old radio inside the station playing static during closing time. But hey, now everyone knew each other better—and that’s what really mattered at Speedway.

3. At Speedway gas station, on foggy mornings when everyone else was still asleep, a strange figure appeared in the parking lot. A delivery driver, making his rounds early, would often catch glimpses of someone refilling empty jugs with water from the hose—only no one lived nearby. One day, an old neighbor stopped by and asked what all the fuss was about. Turned out he’d been filling up his own water bottles for years, thinking it was some kind of secret health ritual. Everyone had a good laugh—and now, on foggy mornings, you can see him jogging past the station, carrying a giant jug, waving cheerfully to the delivery guy.

4. At Speedway gas station, in the early hours before sunrise, a delivery driver always pulled up just as the first stars were fading away. One chilly autumn morning, he noticed an old man standing motionless near the pumps. The delivery driver smiled and asked if he needed help. The old man nodded solemnly, then reached into his pocket and pulled out a bag of freshly baked cookies. ‘I’ve been watching you come here every week,’ he said with a twinkle in his eye. ‘Figured it was time for us to swap favors.’