Early on in my collecting signs an dgas pumps days I was struggling to find contacts of people to buy tings from and had reverted to my old ere internet ways of just driving around and sniffing out the cool things still left to be had by Junk Hunters like me.
I can’t remember exactly why but somehow my wife and I had made a trip up to Twin Falls ID to visit some dear friends from our College days that had introduced us by setting us up to go to a church meeting on a blind date. After all it was just a church meeting and a little food after and the fact that my wife was engaged to her high school sweetheart who was at home in California working so they could afford to get married 2 months later, didn’t really apply to this kind of arrangement. Obviously that’s another story for another day!
anyway we were at our friends the Parkhursts who had introduced us over 50 years before and were about to head home to Utah. In the meantime I had heard of a sort of famous collector that lived somewhere around Blackfoot that I really waned to meed as I had heard he really was great source for Gas Pumps and Signs and Globes, which I didn’t collect at the time. Rody was the name I had but no last name. Then there was another guy who had done some gas pump restorations and sold a lot of gas pumps to collectors in Utah.
Of course I decided to follow the leads down and take the back roads to Riverside ID to do it. That’s where the pump guy supposedly lived. Off we went! I heard some tall tales and even found a pump or two but nothing too exciting till we passed an old junk yard with some signs of some very cool old stuff. I got the name of the owners from their mom who lived in and old 50’s trailer house at the front of the the junk yard.
She was the “junk yard dog” that kept the scavengers away I assumed, but they weren’t there at the tme so we headed on to
Riverside. Upon arriving I could see that the town was small enough that I could just ask around and find the gas pump guy I was lookin for. So it was and so it happened. I got his name and found where he lived and went there only to find him not a home? Of course? What would you expect? I decided to wait around as the neighbor told us about when he would be home from work. Its is a cute little old town so we wandered around and met neighbors, one of whom was quite interested in our collecting hobby himself. The family gathered around and told us stories and even told us about a standing Texaco sign in front of the original old gas/service station in a place about 40 miles North on the road to Arco in a little ghost town called Atomic City. We had time and I figured I’d take my chances as I’d followed worse tales before. We got a somewhat decent description of where to go and how to go and headed out. The drive got more and more desolate the farther we drove and no one lived out there and no one was on the road going in either direction! We drove for what seemed like forever and just as we were about to give up on the directions we saw a sign pointing to go left to Atomic City.