FUNNY story:
In the winter of 1966, i had just been discharged from the Navy & my buddy still had several years to go, he was on leave & we drove his 1958 Chevy Wagon up to Portland Oregon.
He had picked up a 35 gallon tank, it may have been for propane, we converted it to hold gasoline.
We left the San Diego area & all went well, until we reached the town of WEED, California, we planned on stopping in Weed at a 24 hour restaurant, it looked like a Chromed streamlined Dinner rail car.
It was close to Dark Thirty.
There was a couple of inches of snow on the ground, He didn't realize that there was a lot of ICE under the snow, He braked when he saw the Diner & that car slid all the way through that town of Weed, i think the only thing that kept the station wagon on that old highway, was where the snow plows had pushed the snow off the road.
My buddy woke me up, i was sleeping in the back.
He had chains & we put them on & someone saw that the tanks were empty, back then there was only 1 gas station in sight, the town is on Indian Reservation property & gas was twice the price of any where off that mountain.
We pooled our money & bought gas enough to get to Portland.
There was no money to buy food LOL
Back then there was not any Credit Cards or mobile phones, to get money, you went to a bank, the nearest bank was in Eugene Oregon , if you had Checks, no one would cash them.
We refer to back then as being adventurous