Sometimes you’ve got to pay the piper. And by the piper, I mean the guy you just paid disc golf with. And by pay, I mean you have a silly longstanding bet about whoever loses and falls below the previously set benchmark has to buy ice cream for the other guy. Even though I don’t have positive feelings for the place(I, uh, do not have the DG skills I once did) I certainly don’t have anything against this Tesoro. It’s there, it’s a gas station, and it has all the gas station-y stuff. At last check they sold cheap ice cream(we never specified it had to be good ice cream) in the little freezer, so that’s a plus.