Just turned 70. My grandad had a Phillips 66 station and bulk route in a small farm town in WY. As a little kid I'd ride out to the farms in that big tanker with him to deliver fuel. We always came home with a squacking chicken in a burlap bag or a bunch of fresh eggs, fresh veggies. Been collecting always and restoring for 35 years. And its always a delight to meet some 25 year old kid who's as excited about the stuff as I am. There are more of them than we realize.