5 thoughts on “I Miss Full Service Gas Stations

  1. Damn, I miss those days. Full service and price wars ruled. I got my first
    economics lesson at age four. While at a major intersection, I noticed that
    the stations at the four corners had price war signs so I asked my mother
    what that meant. I started taking note of the prices which were in the
    25 to 26 cent range back then. Whenever I debated a liberal I would
    used this as an example in support of capitalism.

    Years later an even better example came along. Try getting hit with the
    computer bug in the early 80s. By the 90s, the prices were falling so fast
    that computers, components, and parts were selling for pennies on the
    dollars I spent on my first few computers. I would build a system from
    parts bought at Fry’s and within six weeks I was beating my head against
    the wall because I could have bought RAM and hard drives with twice
    the capacity or more powerful CPUs for the same price.


    • I hear ya. I miss the under-25 cent/gallon gas.
      Back in ’69 I was buying LM309K 5 volt TO3 voltage regulators for almost $20 a pop – I saved my pennies and bought 5 of ’em in bulk, only to have the price drop to $4.75 each a week later when a factory in Japan(?) came on line. I was pretty pissed about the money I “lost”. P.S. – no refunds…


  2. Webb & Andersons Arco. 12th & Mission St. Salem, Oregon. In the ’70’s. It’s gone.
    I spent several summers working there. They had 3 mechanics,and a couple of folks like me, pumping gas, and other minor tire work and stuff.
    If you bought over 5 bucks of gas, your got your windows cleaned, the oil and radiator checked, and the tire pressure as well.
    The Owner was a Nam vet helo maintenance unit commander. He ran the place like a military unit, well, to a point. It was a fun place to work.
    Back in the day, Haul hay, or pump gas. Whatever kept you out of trouble.


    • Damn, I have been there, I am from Canby and use to drive to Salem often. I wonder if you filled my tank and washed my windows as I always bought a full tank. I would not let you check my oil or radiator, I did that stuff myself and I didn’t want to be short shafted on my dip stick…


  3. In ’68, I got a job like Sarthurk’s, working in a Gulf Station, run by a father and son, down the street from my grandfather’s home in PA. Part time, evenings and weekends. Pump gas, fix flats, oil changes, service calls. I was 16. I doubt that would be allowed now. Too young, and there is a noticeable lack of responsibility in today’s “entitlement” kids.

    That family had run that service station for at least 20 years by then. Discovered they had built my father’s Stock Cars that he raced in the late 40’s early 50’s. (Dirt tracks then.) In the early 70’s, Gulf tossed them, closed the station, and it became a tire store for a while, then a Wawa convenience store. That seemed to become a trend, with the big oil names getting out of the service business, and moving to gasoline and snackfood sales only. I wonder if the management of Gulf ever considered the fallout of chasing off their dedicated customers by doing this. They pissed off a lot of multi-generation families. This sort of mentality morphed into people shopping for gas stricktly by price.


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