Yes. But that time, he punctured an underground pipe.
Sounds like a Maverick episode.
Yes, I remember these from my one and (regrettably) only trip to California around Labor Day 1967. I should have moved there when I had the chance ten years later.
Pumpjacks (we called them “horsies”) were omnipresent growing up in Southern California in the 1960s and 70s. Most in my area occupied beachfront property that multimillion dollar homes now occupy.
Lots of pumps still around. Beverly Hills High School, for example.
This quote from that article was interesting, “By 1930, California was responsible for a quarter of the world’s oil output.”
I was curious as to what these are. Maybe gravel pits?
https://goo.gl/maps/TvUgKQF2FicPCbQv5
Yep. Lots of gravel pits out in the IE.
@Elmer_J.Fudd: I spent many a happy teen afternoon not far from where you’re standing holding that postcard. Good times.
When we were on a two-day house-hunting trip in advance of a corporate relocation from metro NY back in 2007, we saw what was left of this pumps in HB and decided to look elsewhere.
We called them oil cows.
And, of course, El Segundo (the second) was the second Standard Oil refinery on the West Coast. We lived nearby, and whenever we drove through El Segundo, we’d flop around on the car floor, holding our noses, and yelling about the stink. It wasn’t good, but it wasn’t quite that bad.
I know there was a derrick on BH High school grounds when a friend of mine went there.
Was this before or after you came to the fork in the road? 