I wish I still had the pictures of my station.....and they may be ratholed somewhere in a box. The 1st was when it was still a porcelain clad 2 bay. The 2nd was after it was upgraded in the 70's to a 3 bay and the last was when I got new pumps, 3 10k gallons tanks, and a 3rd island with canopies. I was the 1st Shell station in the Chicago area to get canopies over the pumps. I was also the first million gallon pumper in the area......all FULL SERVICE.
That would be cool to model in HO scale. I like the "OK" used car mark on the brick above the bay door.
Very cool indeed, the give aways were: I can spot two pairs of cargo shorts and there wasn't that much color in the world back then, color is a luxury us young whipper snappers take for granted. My great Grandaddy, used to tell us about the old days when they were so poor they couldn't even afford the color red!!!
Back then, people were generous, through bloodying each others' noses. Which made for some interesting 2-toned shirt patterns.
Also that "pure" sign. Those are a fairly new thing right? All gas was "pure" before ethanol? It's like the saying "eat organic food! Or as your grandparents called it: food!"
'Pure" is an old sign as is most around the gas station. I can't seem to zoom but the blue customized one ton panel and all of the people at the car event are not dressed like we were back in that time period. I still wished I'd went back to some of those old Florida gas stations and taken pictures before we moved. One had been sort of restored and became several different shops over the years. Still the old pumps and signs were there. The oldest I remember I believe was in a tiny town called Otter Creek. What was left of the RR track from Florida's coast to coast went down the middle of the small town and several old buildings stood looking like the old West. The gas station still had old rusty signs. That RR track went to Cedar Key, Fl, maker of those yellow cedar EberHardt Fyber pencils we chewed on in school. ( Spelled wrong but who cares?) Florida still has a few old fuel stations, taverns, and stores but few get restored. Like the town we live in here in Illinois, money is more important than history. I'd love to own the Greyhound bus and make it an RV. I'm ashamed to say it. But I always think I'd like to put my wife on that bus and sing "Thank God and Greyhound She's Gone." To be fair, sometimes she'd like to throw me under a bus!