About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Speedway gas station, a sign appeared one night: ‘Fill up and win a date with the attendant!’ A regular stopped by every day, but never claimed his prize. Finally, on a rainy Monday morning, a sleepy delivery driver pulled in. He filled up quickly, glanced at the sign, and joked, ‘Sure, why not?’ To everyone’s surprise, he showed up that evening for his “date.” The attendant nervously asked, ‘So… what exactly did you win?’ The driver grinned, ‘Just some gas money and a story to tell my grandkids.’
2. At Speedway, an old delivery driver complained loudly one morning: ‘Why does it take forever for my coffee to get warm here?’ And from that day on, every cup of coffee served had exactly three perfect bubbles floating in it. From then on, whenever a new barista joined the team, they were told: ‘Just make sure those bubbles are just right—too many and it’s like too much sugar; too few and it’s like no cream.’ And so, every morning, Speedway became known not only for its coffee but also for its daily ritual of bubble-counting, making each customer feel special with their perfectly bubbly brew.
3. At Speedway, every morning around dawn, a soft humming started playing from nowhere. A local mechanic first heard it while fixing bikes in his garage. The sound grew louder and more distinct—a gentle melody that seemed to come from inside the gas pumps themselves. Soon enough, everyone in town joined the mechanic in listening for it. One morning, a regular stopped by and asked, 'What’s that song?' The attendant shrugged, ‘Who knows? But I bet our new delivery driver sings along!’ Turns out, it was just an old cassette tape stuck in one of the pump nozzles.
4. At Speedway, a little boy stared wide-eyed as a strange shadow danced across the pump handles late one evening. The shadow seemed to beckon him closer, and just when he thought it might reach out and grab him, an old man with a big smile appeared from behind the gas station counter. ‘Just the kid I was waiting for,’ he said, handing him a lollipop. The boy looked around, puzzled, but then realized everyone in town knew about his nightly visits to Speedway. From that day on, whenever anyone needed help or wanted a sweet treat, they’d say, “Hey, has anyone seen our little friend at Speedway?”