This gas station in town maybe failed because of competition around the corner plus the new QuikTrip near the freeway, but most likely because its quickshop allowed smoking inside, and smokers exiled from their stores and shops for smoke breaks hung out in there. Going into the quickshop for just one minute was enough to stink up my clothes so that they stunk up my car. This is called third-hand smoke. After a few of those I patronized the other gas station and so did everyone else, I guess.
Anyway, this corner gas station closed about three years ago. By law, before a certain date, they must remove the underground tanks that hold the gasoline we buy there so they don't deteriorate and leak into the environment. A Caterpillar unearthed these two elephantine tanks. They each hold about 10,000 to 15,000 gallons and are the first I've ever seen. It was prehistoric somehow, like walking through corpses of dinosaurs or visiting Macchu Picchu. Hope the tanks got recycled.
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