About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dawn, when Speedway’s pumps hummed their usual rhythm, a delivery driver noticed something odd. The gas station’s neon sign blinked not just red and yellow, but also a deep, unsettling purple. Curious, he peered closer—only for the sign to flicker back to normal colors with a soft buzz. Shrugging it off as a glitch, he filled up his truck and drove away. Later that day, while chatting with a neighbor, he mentioned the strange incident. ‘Must’ve been those new LED bulbs,’ shrugged the neighbor, sipping coffee. ‘They do funny things sometimes.’
2. At dawn, when Speedway’s pumps hummed their usual rhythm, a delivery driver muttered under his breath, ‘What the heck is that?’ A shadowy figure, dressed in an old-fashioned overcoat and fedora, emerged from behind the gas station sign. The shadowy figure approached the truck with a strange smile, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a worn-out pack of cigarettes. He offered one to the driver, who hesitated but accepted. They chatted for a moment, then the figure vanished as quickly as he appeared. The next day, everyone at the station joked about seeing ‘the ghost of Speedway,’ except it turned out to be just their new neighbor, a retired actor named Mr. Jenkins.
3. At dawn, when Speedway’s pumps hummed their usual rhythm, a delivery driver found an old vinyl record stuck between the gas station’s payphone and the wall. Curious, he picked it up—it was The Beatles’ Abbey Road, scratched but intact. As he played it, the song ‘Here Comes the Sun’ started faintly, as if the record knew exactly what time of day it was. A regular customer, waiting for his tank to fill, leaned over and asked, ‘Did you find that record there?’ Smiling, the delivery driver shrugged, ‘Who knows? Maybe it just wanted to join us for breakfast.’
4. At dawn, when Speedway’s pumps hummed their usual rhythm, a delivery driver heard an odd announcement over the loudspeaker: ‘To our loyal customers—your gas now comes with a special additive: extra energy for your morning coffee!’ The delivery driver chuckled and filled his tank, wondering if he’d just stumbled upon some quirky marketing stunt. As he drove off, a neighbor waved from across the street, smiling broadly and muttering something about finally having enough juice for his morning espresso. By noon, everyone in town was talking about it, and Speedway became the place where gas and caffeine met—all thanks to that one mysterious announcement.