Not my father's service station. The Sinclair my dad frequented was a "real" service station where you could get your oil changed, a lube job, brakes replaced and buy tires (even retreads). They pumped your gas, washed your windows, checked your oil, checked the air in the tires and took your credit card inside to run it. You never left the car. You actually got "service".

They gave away inflatable Dino the Dinosaurs, glasses with Dino on them and other kitschy stuff that I loved. They had little machines that dispensed a handful of peanuts or red hots for a nickel. They even let me stay in the car when they put it up on the hydraulic lift. HA! They wouldn't dare let a kid ride up on the lift now even if they had them.