I just finished a tri-state journey of almost 2000 miles through Washington, Oregon and northern California. Every place I stopped, whether for gas, food, banking, shopping or other needs, had terrific customer service. I was treated very well and several people wanted to know how I handle being a solo RVing woman.
I really like the gas stations in Oregon because you're not permitted to pump your own gas. An attendant comes to your window, asks for the key and location of your gas cap, and then pumps the gas for you. Not only that, if you're paying with cash, s/he will take your money to the cashier for you, returning with a receipt and any change.
One of my boondocking nights was spent at the Travel Center of America (TA) in Redding, CA. In the booth next to me were two long-time truckers (one was 87 years old and said he would keep driving until he couldn't handle the big Kenworth any more), and we spoke about politics, driving, courtesy, respect and several other issues. We agreed on many things, although our points of view came from different directions. I have a great deal of respect for long haul truckers and usually find a space between them when I travel. They're professionals and maintain the speed which gets me where I want to go, saving gas while I drive. It's amazing the difference five miles an hour makes to fuel consumption. The two men knew I'm an RVer and although they frequently look at us with disdain because of our driving ability, they also were intelligent enough to know we're good drivers too.
My RV was losing power and labored up the steep grades in southern Oregon, traveling 35 mph in granny gear. The oil gauge started fluctuating wildly in Rogue River, Oregon the day before I left to travel south and I was going to wait until I reached San Francisco so I could have the oil changed. Instead, I spotted a Denny's in Yreka after the last long downgrade and left the highway for a cup of coffee.
I asked about a place that could handle an oil change for an RV and was directed to an Oilstop about a mile away. Not only was it RV friendly with a shallow driveway and high overhead doors, the service was phenomenal. Four young men treated me with kid gloves, offered a free drink, performed a 33-point inspection, made suggestions (but did not push) for additional treatments, gave me a computer printout of the services they performed and recommended action, and had me back on the road in under 15 minutes. And yes, they looked like the people in the picture. Their mission statement: "We will serve people with excellence, humbly, with a servant's heart." And they did. The RV ran like she was new and I thoroughly enjoyed the rest of the trip.