I remember we had a customer who was a handyman. He drove a Corvair van, then later an early model Econoline Ford. The Corvair needed a quart every week (burned oil, leaky pushrod tubes) and the Econoline needed one every two weeks (leaky oil pan gasket, rear main seal). We never did and lube work for him except grease the chassis every few months, just gas and top off. Oh, and several packs of our cheapest cigarettes a week haha.I worked at a Union 76 station after my high school job at McDonalds. I remember a highway patrolman would come in with a 440 Plymouth or Dodge. It was one of those two tone baby blue and white ones. I would always have to put two quart of oil in that thing every time he had me fill it up with gas. That 440 sucked more oil than any other car I have every seen at the gas station. BTW the patrolman that drove it was a super nice fellow too and was always in a joking type of mood and smiling.
Born in my maternal grandma's house in Tahlequah,OK in 1936.According to my birth certificate, I started off in a hospital.
By the time I was old enough to have thought about such a job, the gas stations around the edges of the Quarter were all gone.Nope never have. Too young lol. We did have one two Shell stations that use to have garages but they closed down. I knew one of the mechanics at one because he was my little league baseball coach he said I could come to work there anytime well when I got old enough to work him and his dad had shut it down so oh well lol.
Dang, gas station had a Coke machine and snack machine … and you paidStarted off in a steak house, went from busboy to line cook, boss was a good guy, would go in early before my shift for free steak dinner, took 4 yrs of auto class and when I graduated joined the NAVY as a jet mechanic.
All the above and really loved the smell of gasoline as drove in to get your FULL service.When did "gas stations" begin to go away? Maybe in the late 1980s? That's when I remember all the corporate branded "convenience stores" popping up everywhere. Growing up my family always went to the corner gas stations for everything (1970s). The owners were always someone my parents went to school with and grew up with. One of my parents' county judge friends also owned a gas station, and that's the one we mostly went to. They would pull up to the pump,the bell would ring as we ran over that alert hose,the attendant would walk outside and begin pumping the gas. While it was pumping he would check the oil, fill the washer fluid, and check all four tires.
The good old days!!