The Chevron I worked in my teens was kinda at the edge of town in Barstow. A busy stretch of highway though, behind the station was nothing but Mojave Desert, well almost nothing, 35 miles away was lovely Ft Irwin :lol:. Bout once a week this same kid would ride his
View attachment 1715983917 in from the dirt. We had 10 pumps and he would carefully drain every hose on every pump into his bike :lol:. He musta learnt how to fly a Cessna :lol: