Back in the early 60s I worked at a 24 hour full service station/cafe/motel on old 66 after school for 50 cents an hour. Grown men got 10.00 for a 12 hour shift. They used to have gas wars. When regular got down to 10 cents a gallon, it was cheaper than that old tractor gas, so the farmers around the area line up to fill anything they could, like dirty cream cans and such. We had cars lined up at our 4 pumps past midnight filling up on the cheap gas, and they still got the oil checked and a wind shield wash! People would to come in and get 50 cents or a dollars worth of gas. No matter the price of gas, every Saturday night this kid, maybe a year or two older then me, would fly in off the hiway in his 55 Ford with 4 slick tires, have me put in 50 cents worth of regular and a quart of Wolf's Head re-refined oil. He would grab an orange pop, dump a bag of peanuts in it, and spin his tires all the way back to the hiway. About midnight he would be going home and stop for another quart of oil and an orange pop.