… Family vacation roadtrips, 1957 - mid ‘60s in the ‘’54 Studebaker. My brother & I, bored and sweaty in the back seat, would spot a STUCKEYS 75 MILES AHEAD billboard glimmering in the haze of the blacktop heat through the windshield and we would start counting down the miles, getting more antsy and noisy with each passing mile. 40 miles…20 miles…5 miles…and finally, “Just Ahead.” We would start swaying in unison, leaning hard right in the direction of the turnoff, back and forth, back and forth….to make sure the car turned off the highway and parked right in front...
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… Family vacation roadtrips, 1957 - mid ‘60s in the ‘’54 Studebaker. My brother & I, bored and sweaty in the back seat, would spot a STUCKEYS 75 MILES AHEAD billboard glimmering in the haze of the blacktop heat through the windshield and we would start counting down the miles, getting more antsy and noisy with each passing mile. 40 miles…20 miles…5 miles…and finally, “Just Ahead.”
We would start swaying in unison, leaning hard right in the direction of the turnoff, back and forth, back and forth….to make sure the car turned off the highway and parked right in front of the looming STUCKEYS, our mecca for sodas and sticky-sweet candy. Alas, pop would say, “we’re making good time, we’ll stop at the next one down the road.” And so it went. Right past the turnoff.
Decades later, my brother and I would invariably buckle over with laugher when the roadtrips and STUCKEYS popped up in an occasional nostalgia Sunday family-dinner conversation with our parents. We would finish each other’s sentences, telling our shared, now fish-tale-like roadtrip story: STUCKYS 1,800 miles…1,000 miles…
”Just Ahead.”
With every telling, the miles between STUCKEYS grew exponentially, our yelling “Turn, Turn, Turn’” grew louder and louder as we pantomimed in unison leaning hard right to make the old, hot, Studebaker take the fast approaching turnoff - one time knocking over a big pitcher of sweet tea - banging into our wives and kids, who groaned out loud and rolled their eyes at the retelling yet again of the STUCKEY STORY.
Thanks for the wonderful memories STUCKEYS. BTW, when we did stop, usually on the way home, we pigged out on pecan rolls and divinity - and blowing advances on our allowance, which our parents always forgave, brought a sash of STUCKEYS goodies home that lasted about a day, maybe....
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