a quaint little gas station of olden days, somewhere down the road near belvidere, new jersey. there was a home behind this gas station, and its inhabitants were none too pleased by our presence. this building was filled with junk. boxes upon boxes of junk. a unique storage building, i'd say.

this was a flying a station, as you can see. in researching, i've never seen a whole lot about this particular chain, although i did determine that their heyday has long passed.

a gas pump.

glass must be full before and after delivery. i don't get it.

i'm really surprised a leet gas fan hasn't snapped these up yet. they're such a fruity color.