During the early seventies we made one of my dad's STOPS, while going up north for the weekend. We were on the old Dixie hwy here in Michigan. Anyway us youngsters had to whiz of course, but the restroom was out of order. So we walked a couple hundred feet and did our thing where an old station had been next door. While doing my thing I noticed something metal. After further discovery, there was a huge pile of pumpsigns, manly fire-cheif and pure. My dad took enough to fill a good portion of his Ford LTD. Needles to say we didn't make a dent in the pile at all. When I go by there I look over everytime I go by. Wish those days were still arround!!