Back in the 60s they tore down one of the area's oldest farmhouses to put up a gas station. An ugly, ultra-modern, Jetsons gas station.
Now that gas station is really cool, and I hope they never tear it down. These old Orbits should be preserved forever as historical architecture, reminders of a bright and brief moment when the future was coming and boy did it shine.
I took this because I'm afraid they will tear it down someday when I'm not looking. I tore in the other morning because I had to take the Jeep to work and it was dry. It was dry because the Jeep was the college boy's car until he moved away. Now it's more or less mine again. That doesn't mean I get to drive it. At the beginning of the month (yesterday) it went off the car insurance. There's way too much wrong with it to drive it enough to justify paying for insurance. But I drove it on its last legal day because the Mustang was in the shop. The Mustang went in because the differential sprung a leak. Turned out to be the pinion seal. No big deal because we had it fixed before all the fluid leaked out. Suppose we hadn't noticed the leak and didn't go in until it sounded like we were being chased by the cops everywhere we went? That would have meant a new differential, and that would have sucked.
But it didn't suck, and neither does this classic old gas station which I hope is still there when we really do have flying cars. Maybe by then tail fins will come back too.
3 comments:
That's so whimsically smile-inducing that I'm at a loss for words.
That should never be torn down. You keep your eye on it.
:-)
Pearl
I like that. The weird thing is that back in about that era, it was gas stations and churches that were both sometimes made to look like big UFOs. Except in Kansas City, (of course,) where once a church was built to look, from the air, like a giant fish, and which was promptly dubbed The House of Cod, or, alternatively, Holy Mackerel.
And I agree. Sadly, the future ain't what it used to be. Now it's grungy, with leaking hydraulic lines and burnt, scarred hulls that pop and ping like a submarine in an old Cary Grant movie.
Pearl, thanks. Whimsy is a big part of my life, maybe I'll let out more of it.
Roy, ever since Blade Runner we've been looking for this highway to the future's offramp. Can't I just sit in that abandoned farmhouse's rose garden? You all go on ahead without me.
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