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The Beginnings of the Busted Knuckle Garage - Chapter 2: Pay at the Pump

So without getting ahead of the story and the overnight appearance of the Busted Knuckle Garage, prior to the Grand Canyon experience I had the good fortune of growing up in a day and age when teenager jobs were easier to land (or perhaps we were just more excited about finding one than today's candidates?). 

No matter, having always loved the day my Dad brought home a new car... and coupled with starting an early age Matchbox and Corgi Toy collection...well, I was a becoming a car guy.

First official job was at a Hess filling station where I learned about the general care of a customer's car; checking fluids, checking tires, and cleaning the glass. And more importantly, I learned the value of someone's name and the importance of "hello... good-bye & thank-you," and the cleanliness of the facility – from the public restrooms to the hoses on the gas pumps, our crisp white uniforms, and so on.  And all this just as the first Arab oil embargo took place which led to some unhappy customers in some very long lines.

More to much more....

Still have most of these in an ol' shoebox..

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