There are many old gas stations along Route 66, some completely original, like this one, others restored by those who love that which is Route 66. Â I’ve photographed many of both, but I find myself attracted more to the truly abandoned. Â I think about the many, many automobiles that had pulled up alongside this very pump over the years, seeking the life’s blood that would keep the heart of the mighty Detroit built stallions beating strong for another 100 miles. Â And then the Interstates came. Â The stallions chose other pastures, leaving this pump, and the town in which it sat, high and dry.

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