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'freak..I have had the same idea for some time! I wonder if it would be worth all the **** you need to go through in getting everything permitted (environmental concerns). I think it would certainly be way cool to pull up to a station where the guys come out in uniform and caps, check the oil and air, fill the tank and wash the windshield. Of course you would need to have the nostalgic building and pumps and the rest of the period furnishings.
'freak..I have had the same idea for some time! I wonder if it would be worth all the **** you need to go through in getting everything permitted (environmental concerns). I think it would certainly be way cool to pull up to a station where the guys come out in uniform and caps, check the oil and air, fill the tank and wash the windshield. Of course you would need to have the nostalgic building and pumps and the rest of the period furnishings.
Back in 'the day'? I was back in the day.....
I remember when gas was $.24/gal....and we handed out stamps....I didn't have to wear a hat...but I did have a uniform.....everyone called me "Jack Jr"....(my dads name was Jack....in case you could't figure that one out).
There was no such thing as self service....people rarely used a check...many of the businesses had an account....they would fill up in the morning...I wrote down how much gas...they signed it....paid the bill at the end of the month...
There was no such thing as self service....but if you wanted to stop at the island and air up your own tires...go ahead....you didn't have to drop in a quater to use that air hose....and I would even lone you my gauge....
The only thing I miss is my dad...the rest are memories that are welcome to stay memories.
Back in 'the day'? I was back in the day.....
I pumped gas from the time I was 5....full service...check the oil, tires....wash the windshield.....
I remember when gas was $.24/gal....and we handed out stamps....I didn't have to wear a hat...but I did have a uniform.....everyone called me "Jack Jr"....(my dads name was Jack....in case you could't figure that one out).
There was no such thing as self service....people rarely used a check...many of the businesses had an account....they would fill up in the morning...I wrote down how much gas...they signed it....paid the bill at the end of the month...
There was no such thing as self service....but if you wanted to stop at the island and air up your own tires...go ahead....you didn't have to drop in a quater to use that air hose....and I would even lone you my gauge....
Those were the days we used a specific gravity tester to test the acid in your battery...if it was low we put in 'distilled water'....even had a fancy tester for your anti-freeze...
My dad showed me how to rebuild generators....yep...generators...not alternators...
And when it was time to go home...I rod on the back box of his old HD 3-wheeler....with no helmet.
The only thing I miss is my dad...the rest are memories that are welcome to stay memories.
The B-17 Bomber in Portland Oregon is a classic, sadly many parts missing now.
http://www.roadsideamerica.com/story/2968
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