Another new state, another culture shock for us all. There is no state in this country like Oregon, as I found out pretty quickly upon landing in Eugene, a small city about an hour west of Corvallis. Addressing me as we cruised past the dark green fields of the Oregon countryside, Lane warned about about on of Oregon’s most particular laws: “It’s illegal to pump your own gas in Oregon.”
I blinked. Lane’s kind of a jokester so I assumed he was trying to pull one over on me until he went on, at the urging of his wife, elaborating on the research he’d done on the law since he clearly found it as fascinating and mind-blowing as we did. “Oregonians like to be little different,” he told us. “Every gas station hires attendants whose job it is to pump the gas. It creates jobs and is supposed to prevent multiple people from having to breathe in the gas fumes.” But it’s totally cool for that one attendant to breathe the gas in all day. To each his own. Then Lane informed us Oregon was tax-free and the hippie capital of the world. As he made this last comment, we passed a house with a weathered old VW bus parked in front, which provided pretty substantial evidence for Lane’s claim. Continue reading