
Then, I'm driving around in East LA yesterday trying to find a Walmart before my Asian supermarket shopping and I see this

$1.699! I haven't seen these prices since high school, and as I'm filling up my tank (for a measly $25), I realize that I don't really care about the price of gas itself (I've never had a problem paying for my gas). What's more worrysome is that I no longer drive conservatively. I'd rather burn more fuel and pay the same as I ever did, then conserve and save money, fuel, and environment. I'm gettin' while the gettin's good.
EX: When gas was $5/gallon here in CA this summer, I maintained a constant speed, tailgated truck for the slipstream, and coasted more. Now, I'm frequently over 100 on the way to/from Vegas, hard acceleration, braking, and cornering.
Theory: As the price of gas goes down, repair costs inversely increase. Chances of getting a ticket increase. Chances I buy a more powerful, gas-guzzling vehicle increase, which then increases my repair costs and ticketing opportunities exponentially.
Therefore: Lower gas prices increases my likelihood of being killed behind the wheel.
Maybe this is why I don't recycle. I (like Barney) know a dead cause when I see it.
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1 comment:
you are the big mouthed winking asian. You are fresh Mr. Wang.
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