Stop in for a cup of coffee

I pumped gas at the local shell station in the seventies, we would sit in the back of our bays and put grease zerks in our wrist rockets and launch them at the guys running the station across the street. Naturally they did same in return. On weekends we would line up our respective wreckers and drag race them. Top speed maybe 35mph. Life was simpler then.
On Saturdays in the winter we would do donuts around the pump islands with the tow truck, usually with me standing on the cradle hanging on the to the cable. Until I nearly got launched through the front window of the building, took us a while to come up with a believable explanation for how it got cracked.
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