LizzieMaine
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I certainly recall myself those old gas stations with full service. I worked at one part time in my high school days. I worked at a PHILIPS 66 for a while and a UNION 76 ( previously PURE ) until I joined up in the USAF. Philips 66 left our area in Virginia back in the mid 70s but I dont know why they pulled out. Their still in the midwest.
Philips 66 was a GATES BELT and HOSE DISTRIBUTOR and one lazy and quiet Sunday afternoon a man pulled in and simply wanted his fluids checked in his company car before he left town. I checked everything that a 16 year old could have thought of including water, engine oil ( TropArtic brand of coarse ) transmission fluid, power steering fluid, brake fluid, windshield washer fluid and checked all tires for pressure and cleaned the front glass too.. After I closed the hood, the customer informed me that if Id only checked one more thing I could have been given 2500 dollars in cash on the spot ! HUH ? What could I have possibly forgotten ? I forgot to check the condition and tightness of the engines accessory drive belts ! All of them were INTENTIONALLY CUT AND SLASHED with a razor blade. Its was a GATES COMPANY promotion and a man simply drove around the country asking for a under hood check to see if garage attendants were checking belts and hoses for possible sales. The idea was to encourage garage folks to check those belts and a GATES COMPANY innovation.
My boss about fainted when he showed up to collect money for a bank deposit. The Gates Guy was actually here ? He sure was and my boss failed to inform me about this program thinking a surprise visit was a one in a million shot.
We had a visit from the Gates Mystery Driver around 1972, but there wasn't any $2500 prize at that stage of the game. My grandfather got a wall plaque with two Eisenhower dollars and two Kennedy halves mounted in it. $3 was just about enough to buy a new fan belt.
They used to run ads promoting that program in Super Service Station magazine, which I used to read while eating my supper at my grandparents' house.