Hundreds of pumps. It's a goddamned ocean of concrete and steel. You can use the main building as a shelter for a mid-sized town and have enough bathrooms. It's a fucking department store serving as a gas station.
I'm not even sure what a "destination gas station" means. I see some big ones on our road trips, and all I ever do is stop at whatever one has a reasonable price, then take off.
When my family went to see Mount Rushmore, I didn't know what Wall Drugs was. That changed as soon as we hit the state line. Those guys must have more billboards than Alexander Shunnarah.
Aaaaaand we're broke... But I got 4 pairs of pajamas, 10 hats, 7 shirts, and 32 bandanas all with cartoon beavers on them. I also got us 14lbs of our favorite jerky, 6lbs of the jerky we always forget we don't like, and 8 different kinds of barbecue sandwiches and wraps. And some Beaver Nuggets.
If everything goes according to plan, we should have enough diarrhea and constipation to wreck every Pilot bathroom from here to El Paso
I'd never heard of Buc-ees, and now I see that's because they're only in Texas. The only time I've been there, besides in an airport for a layover, was in 2014 when I drove on the 40 through Amarillo. According to Google maps, there is a (closed) Bucc-ees on the 40, but it looks like it was built very recently as it isn't there in 2023, the latest images on there.
They're spreading to states near Texas. Like a cancer that is, admittedly, nicer than most rest stops but is still just some fucking brand that reminds you the average person is a programmed chimp for making any kind of deal out of them.
People are crazy for bucees. It's a road trip staple. It wouldn't surprise me if the idea behind this is to get people to reroute their road trips next time just to stop at bucees.