Our quick trip to Champaign got derailed when the oil light came on. Pulling off the highway at Veedersburg, IN, we stopped at the first gas station we could find. It was about a mile off the highway and completely deserted. And not just deserted in a "nobody was stopping there" way - literally deserted like the owners had just up and left the complex. Weirder still was that it used to be a combination gas station-batting cages-mini golf compound. All overgrown and apparently vandalized. Fortunately, we had oil in the trunk, so Dan poured in some oil and we got back on 74. Creepy. But what do you expect from a town with a name like Veedersburg.
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