Specialty Shops now do the work with more spindly plastic chairs. How about oil changers, such as Jiffy Lube? I was told, “No, you can’t go down in the pit. My insurance won’t let me!!”

With fuel injection and electronic ignition, along wit all the rest, those happy Lube Lift Social Days have joined the rotary phone, along with the black and white move. An era lost.      Gene
 

P.S. Did you ever see a modern kid on TV in a “flash back” try to dial a rotary phone? Their fingers really have trouble going in circles without jerking!

Also, My Dad owned a Shell Gas Station at 3100 Alhambra Blvd. in the ‘50’s, so I grew up with lube racks, gas pumps, lube jobs, and changing tires. My only real problem was with those tires. As a little girl and a teenager, I had a terrible time lifting those huge tires up, onto the lugs. It would be a snap with the tiny tires the cars have now. Several times I got turned upside down on my head inside a stack of tires. ‘53 Caddies had the gas tank filler tube inside the left rear tail light. You had to push the red button for the light to go up, so you could fill’er up.

I was never stupid enough to undo the bolt to the oil pan and remove the plug so it could run down my arm and into my face, although I saw one real smart teenage boy that thought girls weren’t suppose to know anything about cars, do it. I don’t know who laughed harder, me or my father!

Remember in the ‘60’s, when a local radio station had a Treasure Hunt, with clues given out twice a day? One of the clues was seen as you drove east on I-80, a big red heart hung in the sky on the west side of the Marconi Curve. That was my Dad’s Douglas Gas Station emblem, a big red heart with a wing. Remember? The Treasure was hidden just off the wilderness trail on Longview Drive, decades before I-80 went across the Top of Town. Pat & I spent days helping to look for that Treasure. After school one of our mother’s would pick us up, to take us to the Treasure Hunt, while the other mother continued the hunt. We were sure we were going to find that money on our next step. Remember the song, “Run, Run, Runaway”? I can hear that oldie and be right back on the Treasure Hunt Trail.

WHICH V-8’er IS BEHIND THE WHEEL
OF THIS RACER?