Some of you ancient relics crawling across the garage floor in your poor pathethetic worn-out husks that were once recognizable as a human body may have been spry and mobile when gas was a few mere pennies per gallon.
But, some of us are merely old.
1972..... the old man let me borrow the 1965 VW Bug to go cruise in Modesto California. The cruisin' was fine and not too crowded since this was the pre-American Grafitti movie era.
Most gas stations were full-serve and, if I remember correctly, gas was 32 cents for regular... leaded regular... ethyl lead reguler and premium and some stations had special high octane gas for the hot rodded engines cruisin' the streets.
Ahhhhh.... the rumble of the Hemis, the 440s, watching those Mopars whip pert' near everything but that pesky little Chevy II with the hot 327 revved so quick and its power-to-weight ratio and gearing made it the king of the stop-light-tostop-light drags though in the 1/4-mile those BIG blocks woulda' smashed it.
Anyway......
Being the frugal (cheap) chap I was I stopped for gas at one of the very few selve-serve places around.... in the bad part of town. Real bad!!! I think that was why it was self-serve, the owner didn't want to go near his customers!!!
26-cents per gallon. Two bucks was enough to cruise the entire week end in that Bug. Left plenty of money for beer and inhalants akin to tobacco but not quite tobacco but close enough that we'll just call it roll-thine-own pleasure sticks.
Hey!!!! It WAS California, a different era, buckaroos!!!!
Sniff.....
I can still see that Plymouth Superbird for sale... $1,800.
Sigh...... Drooled at the 1970 'Cuda 440 6-pack 4-speed convertible in prime shape, sitting for weeks with a $2,600 price on it.
'Scuse me while I go flagellate myself for not buying those cars.
Sniff.
Oh, I did mention 26-cents per gallon, didn't I??? It's been a loooong time. May have been 28-cents. I do recall it WAS less than 30-cents.
Sniff.
But, some of us are merely old.
1972..... the old man let me borrow the 1965 VW Bug to go cruise in Modesto California. The cruisin' was fine and not too crowded since this was the pre-American Grafitti movie era.
Most gas stations were full-serve and, if I remember correctly, gas was 32 cents for regular... leaded regular... ethyl lead reguler and premium and some stations had special high octane gas for the hot rodded engines cruisin' the streets.
Ahhhhh.... the rumble of the Hemis, the 440s, watching those Mopars whip pert' near everything but that pesky little Chevy II with the hot 327 revved so quick and its power-to-weight ratio and gearing made it the king of the stop-light-tostop-light drags though in the 1/4-mile those BIG blocks woulda' smashed it.
Anyway......
Being the frugal (cheap) chap I was I stopped for gas at one of the very few selve-serve places around.... in the bad part of town. Real bad!!! I think that was why it was self-serve, the owner didn't want to go near his customers!!!
26-cents per gallon. Two bucks was enough to cruise the entire week end in that Bug. Left plenty of money for beer and inhalants akin to tobacco but not quite tobacco but close enough that we'll just call it roll-thine-own pleasure sticks.
Hey!!!! It WAS California, a different era, buckaroos!!!!
Sniff.....
I can still see that Plymouth Superbird for sale... $1,800.
Sigh...... Drooled at the 1970 'Cuda 440 6-pack 4-speed convertible in prime shape, sitting for weeks with a $2,600 price on it.
'Scuse me while I go flagellate myself for not buying those cars.
Sniff.
Oh, I did mention 26-cents per gallon, didn't I??? It's been a loooong time. May have been 28-cents. I do recall it WAS less than 30-cents.
Sniff.