And Sunoco 260 was not 260 octane as Kent (
another buddy) thought. One day (
in 1969) when he had just got his license and I didn't yet have mine, his older sister let him take her car and fill it up once, he asked if I wanted to go along. I thought it was neat how you could "dial your own" on their pumps if they let you do it, but his sister's Nova with 250 I6 sure didn't need it. I had a '69 Dart 340 Swinger later on that run real good on Mobil or Exxon HI-test, but it did seem to like that Sunoco 260.
Was working at a Kayo gas station one night in 1970s, guy come in late with two girls in his daddy's brand new Chrysler with 440, guessing '72 or '73 …. low compression, he was bragging on the car, wanted me to fill it with diesel, I refused and he said it would burn water according to his dad. Girls were sisters, I recognized them, they lived not far up the road. I let him fill it though, about an hour later he come back, car limping, smoking, rattling, was a wonder it even run. It'd die, he'd crank it until some cylinder fired, jerked into drive, it would move a foot or three then die, repeat. Took forever to just pull into the lot it seemed. No sisters in sight either. Seems he made it a quarter mile, almost to their home ... and it took him that long to get back to station. He wanted me to pump the diesel out, like I put it in, yeah, right, you idiot. His dad was at the station next day furious at me until I told him details. Car had to be towed to dealership.
Saw that kid one other time that I'll never forget. Late at night again. We had a small booth like room at the Kayo then. He pulled in and was parked right beside the little patio where drink machines were plugged in, my booth door was open, his date was one of the sisters. He got out, came in, started muttering something. Her window was rolled down and she was close enough to hear us I guess 'cause when I leaned in and heard he was saying "rubbers", I said out loud "Oh, you want rubbers?". She jumped, her sister in back seat with another boy slapped her date and the boy asking me for rubbers said "Well, not now".
Those sisters were cute, never saw much of that boy again but the sisters came in often.
Yeah, I like to reminisce.