Gas Island Fun O-Yeah ! I have lots of those memories too ~ voyeristic women who loved to give beaver shots whilst I was rubbing a hole in thier windshiled Like you , I was a pump jockey and I worked the lube rack and fixed all the VW's that came into T & T Arco . I got some really strange offers too : ' leg ' for car repair , I was no dummy and so I always said ' leg 1st. ! ' ~ oddly they never took me up on it . What these silly cows didn't understand was : I'd left home young so by the time I landed in Sunny So. Cal. and I was in 9th. grade , I had my own car , job , apartment and my Russian girlfreind was living with me , all this by age 14 as I thought it made me ' grown ' ~ sheesh ! . I had a very beautiful woman waiting for me @ home every night so why would I jump some skank ? . Life has been very interesting to me.... Good too ! I am blessed beyond my wildest dreams , I didn't expect to ever live this long .
Open Containers Oh yeah ~ I was telling my buddy about the drive up liquor stores in New Mexico ~ you know , for when you're too drunk to walk ? Anyway , he didn't believe me so in 2004 I took him along on one of my road trips to bring home hidden vintage tin & etc. , one night we drove up to the window and I asked for a pint of root beer Schnapps and a " Freeway Bag " please , they nice lady said yes of course , charged me a couple dollars and off we went with a bottle...... And everyone wonders why I don't like to drive after dark in N.M. or Az.....
Drive Up Stores I din't know those things existed either. Our county is Dry (can't sell liquor here) except for one little town literaly on the border of this county. I was over there on a robbery call a few months back and went into this "drive-up-and-rob" store to take info. Didn't realize that these made it so easy to remain in your car while drunk. Pretty nifty, huh. anyway, yea, I had a share of offers, thought it was just because of my good looks, then I wized up and realized they really only wanted free gas or something. Never took em up on an offer, but learned lots about life. Boy, if those old gas stations could talk............ we would probably be in trouble. TB'sD
Drive up windows I thought everybody had them. We have had them on Tennessee for years. The main thing that the owners worry about is that they do not become drive in windows. I grew up next door to one so that is where I got a lot of my early education. Most of it I could have waited on. One time they were having a card game (on the sly of course). I think it was called setback. I was about 6 or 7 and there was nothing to drink and I kept asking for something. Finally a guy came in with a fruit jar full of water. (you see where this is going, don't you?) Well, I was being a pest and I heard my Dad say not to drink that stuff but the guy handed it to me and I took a gulp. Pure Tennessee moonshine. The stuff burned with a blue flame. To this day I remember how it burned so bad that it felt like it burned coming out later on. But there were no boobs or beavers so I still feel sheltered. Bill
Great story Nate! I'll never forget my windshield cleaning days either. Eye candy for days! (Fringe benefit? ) I also remember nice cold beer that materialized back in the storage room @ 1 hour before closing and white cross that the mechanic took like breath mints. Think of what the kids that love cars are missing out on without the multitude of full-service stations to work at... Compared to you guys, I don't know "shyte"- What I DO know is 50% from dad,50% from service station work, 50% from here. I loved the hell out of being a pump jockey! ("Perfect Pumps" were the norm) Windshield cleaning was just the frosting on the cake
All this talk about "full service" service stations has reminded me of one of my favorites jokes. A swarm of bees are cruising around one evening and decide that they need to stop and get gas. Well they all pull in to the Sinclair station except for one of them who pulls into the Esso station. Just goes to prove that there is always one Esso bee in every crowd!
B**bs, first job out of school, working for this guy who was a Jaguar freak (had 15 in total, xk120's 140's one 150, mk7, mk9, e-types, and a d-type replica, gotta be carefull as he lives in Calif now) anyway, job was to clean and generally fix up cars he sold, his girl (now wife) was lot younger than him and stunning, she used to fix up the interiors, spent a good year or so just staring at this babe bending over in tight jeans and looking through the windows at her cleavage, absolute torment for a kid with raging hormones!!! anyway after nearly 2 years working together alone in a workshop (he was always out) we are drinking a cup of tea and it was real hot summer so she only has short skirt on and this shirt with few buttons on and just as i get a full mouth of tea she says "are you gay?" well tea goes everywhere including out of my nose! we had only ever discussed the weather,news just pleasantries really, never anything like that! "hell no" i reply "well no matter how little i wear you never comment or look at me, just thought you must be gay" im now as red as a ferrarri as im only 16 and shes 25, nothing more is said until couple of days later i go to the toilet and return to find her cleaning interior in her underwear dont know what to do so i just carry on cleaning the outside as if nothing is up! well she was doing the same so....nothing is said and i dont know where to look, this is the bosses girl and shes in her undies and im a stupid kid no real experience of this sort of thing, in the end after 10mins she gets out of the car, says "what does it take for you to get it!" and takes the rest off 5 years later he rips me off with my wages and we sit in his office and we decide to part company, he has a smug look on his face when he tells me i wont be getting the wages he owes me, so i stand up shake his hand and say "its ok, ive had your girl for 5yrs in leu of the cash" and walk out ________ Chicago Assembly
Heres a quicky. Working at a jaguar dealers, get a call to go and pick up a 2 week old jaguar v12 saloon from a west london address, off i go with my mate with the recovery truck and when we get there the car is in a basement carpark, so i park up outside and can see my mate through these security grilles walk up to the car, jump in, start her up, put it in drive and in slow motion leap forward taking out the front fender of an ac bristol, hit a vw beetle head on and keep pushing it into a rolls royce and then all three hit the security grille 10ft from where im sitting After police are finished with us the workshop manager arrives looking like hes gonna have a heart attack and sreams and jumps around whilst we look at out boots, he shoves the jobsheet into my mates hand and says "cant you f***ng read!!!!!!" we both look and under the heading "Fault reported" it says sticking accellerator that was a quiet train ride home (instantly sacked) ________ THREESOME BABE
A Different Servicecall Story.... So , it's friday afternoon and JP call and says ' hey ~ I just bought an old beater '54 Ford sedan , it's street parked in Long beach outside my warehouse on XXX St. , go tow it to my shop in Altadena ' ~ So , late fiday we crank up the old '55 Chevy tow truck and drive allll the way to Long Beach , of course the hastily scribbled note with the address flutters out the open window so we're looping 'round this bad industrial area looking when - ' there it is ! ' I see it on a side street , what a pile of junk but we hook it up and drag it up to Altadena and drop it in JP's parking lot , go home and drink beer all weekend, speedway races and so on . Late sunday evning we get a pissed off call from JP ~ ' HEY !/I] when the hell are you bums gonna pick up my car ?! it's going to get towed ! ' . We think WTF ? and he says ' it's on XXX Street in front of my white warehouse dammit , go get it NOW ! ' . So we hook up the mystery junker and drag it back to Long Beach and whaddaya know ? JP's car was on the very next street ! No harm , no foul but we were scared we'd get busted for GTA . Yep , life was good and plenty fun too back in the day .
