I was 16 years old and, my first car, on Lake St. in Pasadena, Ca. was a Terribles gas station. They had Hooter type girls in a tiny bikini's washing you windows, filling your tank with gas, and bending over to check your tire pressure. All my buddies would drive the 10 miles from San Marino, to get gas. Actually a good gimmick to get customers (well male customers). Jim thanks for triggering fun old memories.