Central Oregon going through the mountain passes last week, there was a “Next Gas 40 miles”.
I thought it was nicely optimistic, saying “next gas” instead of “last gas”. A lovely tank-is-half-full approach those Oregonians have… 
Also, this site has hundreds of pictures of Arizona highways. There are probably some last gas signs along these roads. As you can see, there is absolutely nothing but scenery between the long distances between exits on some of these roads.
Just the other day I was telling my mother how scary Alligator Alley is. She thought I was talking about the alligators, but no, it’s the absence of civilization that creeps me out. When you’re driving on that stretch at night, it’s easy to imagine you’re a lonely astronaut in space. Black on the left side, black on the ride side. Black in front of you for as far as the eye can see.
I’d hate to break down on Alligator Alley. I don’t know what I’d do!
When I read that, I thought it was talking about wrestling singlets and I was wondering what the heck is going on in the outback that that was common enough to put up a sign.
Having recently driven from LA to Ohio mostly via old Route 66, I can confirm that such signs are quite common, especially on the stretch from California to New Mexico.
Perhaps most perplexing though, was a roadside sign resembling a Caution sign that simply read, “Clowns of Enchantment” in the middle of nowhere in New Mexico. I still have no idea what the hell that was about, but I’m damn sure glad I didn’t run into those clowns out there.
In British Columbia, Canada (just drove through there). And they were more or less accurate. It’s a fair warning because if you don’t have gas, you will have problems.
The one time I needed a “last gas” sign, there wasn’t one. (New Zealand. Bridge to Nowhere. You’d think the name would have been a clue, but I didn’t think it through.)
So did I. I had to Google Australia singlets to be sure.
When I was travelling between San Francisco and Phoenix, there was a gas station out in the butt crack of nowhere with HORRIBLE prices. Nearly $2.80 for regular in 2002. Inside, there was a map of the area with little stickers where the nearby towns were. Underneath that was a sign that said:
Don’t like our prices?
TownA: 54 miles
TownB: 75 miles
TownC: 60 miles
See if you can make it to the next station.
Sort of a shitty thing to say but what the hey.
There is one on I-70 between St. George, Utah and Grand Junction, Colorado, if I remember correctly. It’s been a few years.
I-70 in Utah has the longest stretch of Interstate highway with no servies:
When I-5 in central California was built, bypassing SR99 between Bakersfield and Stockton, there were no gas stations at all along its 400-mile route – no cities, just farms. (It’s much more built up now.) There used to be an 88-mile “no gas zone” along the Mojave Desert section of I-40, but someone built a truck stop in the middle of that stretch. And while this has nothing to do with anything, I-40 is the longest Interstate highway that doesn’t come within 100 miles of a Major League Baseball stadium.
In Spain, there’s signs in the highways indicating the next few stops and which services are available in each, including hours for the gas station. Some highways have them when you enter the highway, too.
Many gas stations on regular roads have signs indicating what other stations are nearby, but they’re on the wall, you don’t see them from the road.
I pass one on US 395 every time I drive home from San Bernardino.
And that reminds me of what happened to a co-worker of mine. When he graduated from the University of Michigan a buddy of his was driving to California for a job and he decided to go along. When they got near Moline-Rock Island, IL they began to see signs “Last Chance To By Gas At Illinois Prices.” So they finally stopped in Rock Island and filled up at 31.9 cents/gallon. After they crossed the Mississippi to Davenport, IA gas was 28.9.
P.S. Those prices are approximat3 because I don’t really remember the exact prices. However those are close to what gasoline cost in 1960 and I never miss and opportunity to piss people off.
I never heard the expression ‘wife-beater’ before reading the Dope… but I understand it perfectly. The Aussie singlets are not quite the same as the kind of shirt we used to call an ‘undershirt’; I think we’d call them ‘muscle shirts’.
I came here to talk about I-70 in Utah, but instead, I’ll tell you about the one in Moundhouse, NV that says, “Last gas before Carson City” which is about a mile and a half up the road, just out of sight over the hill. :rolleyes:
If it wasn’t a slight incline, you could coast there.