Well, it’s not actually a gas station since they no longer sell gas. But they do offer to perform state inspections at a reasonable cost in the quickness of time. I barely had time to focus before they were through with my car. So here is the bonus, midweek photos from a gas station in Whitesboro, TX.
It was the over-cluttered office that first caught my eye. I remember growing up back in the 1960s, and the offices of ever gas station looked a bit like this one. If you look close enough, you can see that they sell fidget spiders, along with a host of other things.
The tires. Need tires? They got tires.
Then there is the pump. The price per gallon is $2.89. But I’m not sure if they were actually working.
The nitty-gritty car bay. I wonder how often they use that dart board?
More tires. They probably sell more tires than the do gas. Will have to ask them when I take the 2000 Saturn Station Wagon Chick Magnet in for its inspection. Darn. That means they will probably want to drive it. Mechanics are always jealous over the awesomeness of the chick magnet.