The story of this hall
For most of a century, the American car did not stop at a store; it stopped at a station, and the station came to the car. Two bells rang on the drive, and a man in a bow tie or a uniform shirt with his name stitched on it pumped the gas, wiped the windshield, checked the oil and the tires, and handed your children a free road map folded to your state. The pumps wore glass globes like crowns; the signs were porcelain and glowed - Texaco's star, the flying red horse, the green dinosaur. Full service was not a luxury; it was simply what gasoline was. Then the 1970s taught America to pump for itself, the mini-mart replaced the service bay, and the bells went quiet. This hall smells faintly of oil and free air. It ends at the lift. Ring twice on your way back out.
1913–1980
