I really remember when...

I remember when White Castles were 11 cents.

I can't remember what they were when we were in high school, but we'd be at a party and everyone would get hungry.

Everyone would start digging in pockets and purses and someone would make "the run" with whatever money we came up with.

Mmmmmm-mmmmm.....
Loved those little grease bombs. (y)



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Loved those little grease bombs. (y)



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We called them "armpit burgers", for some reason. They kept me alive when I had braces on my teeth. Every month, the orthodontist would tighten my braces and I would be in extreme pain and couldn't chew much. My mom would stop at White Castle and get me a bag of them to "gum" (well, really, you didn't need to chew them, did you?)

I can remember when the only thing they offered were the burgers, fries and that orange drink. Did they even sell Cokes there back then?
 
I remember when (1977) I was a gas jockey for the Arco gas station. That was back when we actually had real mechanics. I also recall the time I worked for the Pop Shoppe and you could get a tank of gas and also a case of soda.

We often try to push the oil sales because if you sold one and then drained it, then what you would do is look at the bottom. If it was blue you got 50 cents, if it was red you got $10!

Oh I'll say is I never saw red but I saw a lot of blue. I remember also we would take credit cards and we had that impression machine that they don't do anymore since they don't have raised numbers hardly at all on the cards.
 
The cheapest gas I remember was 29 cents a gallon.

We had one night a week at the drive-in for $1 a carload. One of our friends lived on a farm. One night he hitched up a hay wagon to the tractor and had 22 kids on the hay wagon and got us all in for $1. The manager wasn’t sure what to do, but he finally gave in.
 
I remember being broke and riding my motorcycle from NYC to Vermont. Low on gas, 2:00 am, pulled of the interstate in Hartford Conn. and there were 4 gas stations at the 4 way intersection. (none open). Just went to each gas nozzle and triggered it. They would spill out a wee bit of gas. By the time I hit the last one, the bike tank was full and I was off. :)
I had some buddies that worked at gas stations and they did something similar. They'd keep a gas can by the pumps and after every customer they would drain the hose into the can, then later put it in their cars. I was jealous.
 
I remember when I was 17. Bought a inline 6, 3 on the floor, Ford Mustang for $2200. It was one they used for demos, so they knocked off $300 from the $2500 price sticker. One never downshifted with its non synchro 1st gear. Wish I still had it. Why, I don't know, except to wax nostalgic. Photo - 1967 in West Texas. I didn't always wear a hat, but when I did, I always wore feathers in the band. ;) I also remember back then, you could call someone that cared for a quarter. :LOL:

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My mis-spent youth was very similar to the movie "American Graffiti". We could cruise around downtown, "scooping the loop" seeing who was in town and maybe leading to a drag race out of town on a deserted stretch of blacktop. Notice the cheaper slicks on the back of my car.

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The cheapest gas I ever bought was during a "gas war" probably in 1969. It was 19.9 cents per gallon at a Deep Rock gas station. I remember back in those days it was not uncommon to get a free tea towel or drinking glass with a fill up. We could drive around town all evening for just a dollar's worth of gas. I also remember when it was common to say to the gas station attendant "a dollar's worth of regular" or "a dollar's worth of ethyl.

Best of all I had a friend who worked in a full service gas station evenings that let me pull my car in the service bay late at night to let me use the hoist to change oil myself or do routine maintenance on my Camaro.
 


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