Gas Station

Nightshift clerk and high-functioning insomniac Jack is back to work, trying his best to keep out of trouble. But when his chain-smoking coworker discovers a mysterious radio signal revealing the guarded secrets of their town, Jack will learn that an annoying new dayshift manager is far from the worst of his problems. In this second installment of the Gas Station saga, Jack finds himself entangled in his most harrowing adventure yet. With the newest crew of coworkers along for the ride and the resident psychopath out for his blood, our hero(?) must navigate the drama of small-town murder conspiracies, vigilante justice, and demonic summoning rituals...whether he wants to or not.

"The first architect-designed gas station - a Pittsburgh Gulf station in 1913 - was also the first to offer free road maps; the familiar Shell name and logo date from 1907, when a British mother-of-pearl importer expanded its line to include the newly discovered oil of the Dutch East Indies; the first enclosed gas stations were built only after the first enclosed cars made motoring a year-round activity - and operating a service station was no longer a "seasonal" job; the system of "octane" rating was introduced by Sun Oil as a marketing gimmick (74 for premium in 1931)." "As the number of "true" gas stations continues its steady decline - from 239,000 in 1969 to fewer than 100,000 today - the words and images of this book bear witness to an economic and cultural phenomenon that was perhaps more uniquely American than any other of this century."--Jacket.

In this humorous collection of stories about incidents that occurred in and around gas stations, the author captures moments in time that tells the American story about our fascination and love for gas stations. With the advent of the horseless carriage at the beginning of the 20th century, the mass production of the Model T, and the hunger of the American public for this new form of transportation, gas stations sprung up all over the country to satisfy the thirst of these new contraptions. With the end of World War II came an unprecedented demand by the American public for new automobiles, gas stations to service them, and highway systems to accommodate this craze. Americans are a mobile society who love their vehicles, and the broad expanse of our great nation demanded high performance, luxury, and looks for their vehicles. The automobile liberated the average American, and our country would never be the same. As the reader turns the pages of this book, it wont be long before he or she is reminiscing about his or her own experiences in and around that great American Establishment, the gas station, and thats what the author intended for this book to be all about. It also is a tribute to the men and women who fought in World War II and preserved the freedoms that we enjoy today in this great country. So what are you waiting for America? Crank her up, and lets get started on this journey back in time.

The Gas Station Chronicles By: Henry Friedman The Gas Station Chronicles contains true stories from Henry Friedman’s time of working at a gas station. Friedman gives a look into the changing times as rural New York met challenges of being in the NYC watershed. This gas station at the time was one of the last full-service stations in the area and now no longer exists. Located in a mostly farming community, the gas station provided Friedman with an opportunity to get to know regular customers, many of whom came into town at least once a week for their needs.

41 reusable sticker illustrations depicting station workers, tow truck, cars, tools, and more, bring to life a backdrop revealing a large, modern gas station.

The American Gas Station is a nostalgic history of the service station and the American car culture it helped create. An exceptional chronicle of the birth of roadside architecture, the development of gasoline pumps, corporate trademarks, and gas station memorabilia.

As Jimi Hendrix and Vietnam rumble on in the background, an Italian-American teenage boy grows up working in his dad's gas station in Massachusetts. In a world full of rear end fluid, floor jacks and leaky gaskets, the narrator is awkward with his father and not too hot at mounting snow tires or dismantling engines. Poetic, poignant, and beautifully observed -- the grease and grime of the gas station, the rhythms of work and talk, are detailed with such precision that the locality becomes universal -- Joseph Torra has written an extraordinary and superb coming-of-age novel in the great American blue-collar tradition, and one which has echoes of another working-class son of Massachusetts, Jack Kerouac.