Old gas stations

[BlueTrain]

Check the gas and fill up the oil.

 

[2jakes]

 

[ChazfromCali]

I'm kinda partial to Miss Lube Rack. She was robbed! Shoulda won the whole thing.

 

[2jakes]

I'm kinda partial to Miss Lube Rack. She was robbed! Shoulda won the whole thing.

Congrats to Ms. Lube Rack!

You’ll be happy to know that upon further checking, it was determined an error was made in the voting.

 

[2jakes]

 

[Ghostsoldier]

Rob

 

[Fading Fast]

⇧ In the center pic, is that some kind of homemade bug-screen or something on the front of the car?

 

[LizzieMaine]

Looks like it might have been designed to fit a big truck, and got appropriated for want of anything better. After looking at that load, I'll never complain about Maine blackflies again.

 

[LizzieMaine]

This is directly across from where my street meets Route 1 -- the station building still stands, but is now a US Cellular store. The grocery store in the background burned down in the early 1990s, and is still missed -- they made a really fine sausage sub.

Chevron didn't have much of a history in Maine -- Standard of California operated here under the Calso brand from the mid-forties until 1959, and then converted to Chevron, but were gone from the region by 1975. The photo dates to 1972, and the man in the shorts reveals that unsightly tourist knees are a longstanding problem here.

 

[David Conwill]

I'd love to understand that Smirnoff ad a little better.

 

[BobHufford]

I'd love to understand that Smirnoff ad a little better.

 

[LizzieMaine]

"That ad is crawling with subliminal embeds. The ice cube is a skull!"
-- Wilson Bryan Key.

 

[Fading Fast]

Looks like it might have been designed to fit a big truck, and got appropriated for want of anything better. After looking at that load, I'll never complain about Maine blackflies again.

My guess, they are sisters and their house is spotless with very few modern items in it (based on a similar set of sisters who lived down the street from us where I grew up).

 

[LizzieMaine]

Another one from my neighborhood, a couple blocks up from my street, as seen in the summer of 1948. This station closed in the mid-1950s, and was demolished in the early 1960s to clear the way for a faceless beaverboard ranch house which now decays on the site today.

Esso stations in New England were "Colonial Esso Dealers" due to Jersey Standard being blocked from doing business in the territory by Socony, which controlled the area under the Standard Oil consent decree. Determined to crack the market, Jersey bought out the Boston-based Colonial-Beacon Oil Company and rebranded its stations to Esso in the early 1930s. Colonial Esso stations were noted for the distinctive roof design seen here, and there are still hundreds of surviving specimens of buildings in this style, most of them converted to non-gas-station uses. Some people have even adapted them into serviceable little houses.

There was always some debate as to whether a "Colonial Esso Dealer" outranked a "Standard Esso Dealer," but our Canadian friends always pointed out that an "Imperial Esso Dealer" topped them both.

 

[ChazfromCali]

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I've always liked the looks of the Hudson Terraplane. Seeing one of 'em cruising down a dusty southern backroad must have been like seeing an apparition.

If you've never heard Terraplane Blues by bluesman Robert Johnson recorded ca. 1938, here it is. The double entendre is pretty funny, at least to me. It can be difficult to adjust your ear to his Mississippi Delta patois but you can get the drift. His woman is fine... as a Terraplane.

http://socalcarculturesblog.blogspot.com/2013/01/1936-hudson-terraplane.html

 

[2jakes]

HUDSON * TERRAPLANE

 

[2jakes]

 

[David Conwill]

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This looks like somebody's attempt at a DIY Railton.

 

[Fading Fast]

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I'm not proud of how much I like those tilted mullioned windows behind the car .

 

[Frunobulax]

I'd love to understand that Smirnoff ad a little better.

Yeah, that piqued my interest, too.

Edit: OK, googled it. Yellow
fever is vodka and lemonade.


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