I don't know which is neater to see: the Stuckey's or the Corvair van.

I think my Dad must've hated Stuckey's when we traveled. My brothers and I would always bug him to stop and when we ever did it was a good half hour of us bugging him or Mom for the crappy plastic trinkets they had for sale when we could be making time. Guess my '60's childhood shows.

Thinking about it, this and a couple of other chains were the forerunners of today's convenience stores.