My family often got gas at a Sunoco station just like this one in the city we lived in during the early-to-mid 1960s. Sunday afternoon drives and visits to relatives a few towns away were a regular thing all year round. And in the summer we did daytrips to the beach on Cape Cod and along Nantasket Beach, a Boston suburb. These excursions certainly were a treat for me as I always had my face and nose snubbed against the back windows of our family car gawking at everything in view during such journeys. This gave me leads about where the new poles and lines were being changed and thus subsequent bike ride missions and expeditions to prospective hunting locales. Our short car trips also filled me in about what the new pole line gear looked like and glimses of some streetscapes I had never travelled upon before. The 1960s was a splendid and exciting time to be an insulator collecting kid!