It has been awhile since I have posted a feature on Oldgas, so let’s see if anyone is interested. Before you write this off as drivel, let me assure you that there is a service station involved, as well as race cars and race track. So don’t lose heart Petroholics. Check back as the story unfolds and if you eat here, you‘re sure to get gas.
It’s 1946 and you’re traveling down Highway 101 in the center of middle-of-no-where California. The world war has ended and you’re celebrating your release from the Uncle Sam by taking a trip with your family from the Bay area to Santa Barbara, California. You haven’t seen much since you left Salinas some 300 miles to the north several hours ago, but out of the twilight glows a neon sign. You shake your head to make sure you’re not falling asleep as you approach the neon sign and your unbelieving eyes reveal a pair of railroad cars sandwiching a building on the side of the road.
This can’t be real! Who in their right mind would build a restaurant like this in the middle of no-where’s-ville California. Yet there it sits, Mullen’s Dining Cars. Who is this nut case and what the heck was he thinking when he forever stranded these train cars at this out of the way siding just north of Buellton, California?
Stick around and you’ll find out.[This message has been edited by the poor mans museum (edited 03-22-2006).]
