So much for the train stations. We’ll get back to them at some point, sooner or later. Now it’s time for another kind of a station, but not before a background story.
I spent the evening in my childhood city. I visited a friend, whose washing machine and dryer I used to laundering my clothes from the past few weeks. We did one of our routine trips to a natural reservoir nearby and ate at a famous local fast food place. Her couch is always open for me, but I didn’t stay there. I had a hidden agenda.
Instead I travelled to another friend some 20 minutes away. We met at a local rock festival when I was 20 and she was 16. She stalked me from the social media and contacted me, because she was interested. We met a few times, but nothing ever happened.
That was 13 years before the events in this post happened. She had been in a long relationship, gotten a child and recently separated. When she said I could stay at her place, I instantly accepted the offer. Unfortunately she had recently found a new love, but at least we could do urban exploration together.
As you can see, we are in a pretty central location, but that thing up front isn’t very active anymore.
‘The thing’ appears on aerial photos as early as 1954. It is an old service station.
It was a service station way back when I was a child. In the early 2000’s it closed and became a used car dealership instead. Its yard was often a mess of old cars and a lot about its quality can be described by the name of the company, which was ‘Junk Recycling, Car And Machine Sale *Owner’s Name*’
The windows have been boarded shut since 2009 Google Maps photos. The cars were still there in 2019, in 2022 they had vanished. Apparently the place was abandoned somewhere in between.
The service halls still have the fading logo of the car association of Finland on their door.
The sign by the entrance displays just one word of the former slogan of the company operating there. Somebody’s updated it by adding a word making it the name of a very classic and popular Finnish song, which is basically about a sexual fantasy towards an obese woman. Yes, Finns are a bit odd.
The opening hours. Monday to Friday, 7 to 18. Saturdays closed. This is a very conservative place known for its cheapskatiness, but I didn’t know that they did not only rest on Sundays, they actually cut them off.
Again a disappointment. No point of entry.