Flying J RV Lanes

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk in the desert, when most travelers were long gone, a delivery driver pulled into Flying J RV Lanes for a quick break. The neon lights flickered eerily as he entered the bowling alley, and something strange caught his eye—one lane always seemed to be lit brighter than the others. Curious, he approached the glowing lane and noticed an old ball rolling down it, never stopping or changing direction. Just then, a gruff voice called out from behind the counter: ‘Hey, you! That’s our lucky ball! Take it home tonight.’ Surprised, the driver replied, ‘Really? I can have it?’ ‘Yup,’ said the owner with a twinkle, ‘but only if you promise to come back tomorrow.’ And so, our hero left with a free ball—and a new tradition was born.

2. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled into Flying J RV Lanes for a quick break, he noticed something strange. The air seemed to hum with an eerie, low-pitched tone—like distant thunder on a clear day. Curious, he stepped outside and saw nothing but darkness and silence. Was it just his imagination, or had someone left the sound system on? Just then, from behind the building, came a soft thud—a bowling ball rolling down the alleyway. Startled, our hero looked around, only to see a friendly old neighbor waving from the parking lot. ‘Hey,’ said the neighbor, “I thought I heard you talking to yourself. Need some company?’

3. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled into Flying J RV Lanes for a quick break, he noticed something odd on the counter—a mysterious box wrapped in brown paper and tied with twine. Curious, he picked it up, but before he could open it, an old sign above the cash register read: ‘For Delivery Drivers Only—Open With Caution.’ As he carefully untied the string, a familiar voice from behind said, 'Hey, that’s mine!' It was just a package of his neighbor's famous homemade pies. Relieved, he laughed and offered some slices to everyone, making new friends among the regulars.

4. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled into Flying J RV Lanes for a quick break, he noticed an old man whispering to himself near the vending machines. Curious, the driver approached and overheard him muttering, ‘Gotta get some quarters… for my lucky charm.’ Turns out, the old guy was just trying to win back his RV parking spot after losing it in a game of bowling. The delivery driver smiled, gave him a few coins, and watched as the old man triumphantly returned to his lane—this time with a winning smile.