One of the stars on my Google Map that was close to where I stayed one night in Tennessee, was the old Underwood & Petty service station in Strawberry Plains. I’m not sure where I first saw a picture of the old station. It may have been something in my Instagram feed. Shunpikers, roadtrippers and backroad ramblers are great sources for this sort of thing. But I suppose the where I saw it is immaterial when the why I saved it is obvious.
But there is the other why. Why would I ride with a purpose to lay eyes on a crumbling old facade? I can’t buy it, fix it, save it. I can’t stop time. What is the purpose of going to see it or any of the other ghost stations I might visit?
That I do not know.
What is it that I’m hoping to see when I peer through their old windows? Some type of magic or a secret; treasure, maybe?
The decrepit old pump standing sentry. It’s pump handle in everlasting salute.
Underwood & Petty
I see you, old girl. You’re still beautiful to me.