Gas prices on March 9 along Tramway Boulevard between Lomas and San Bernardino.
Monday’s chores were medium-heavy and I didn’t get a chance to ride until late afternoon.
It was going to have to be a short one, and I was thinking I should just go for a run instead.
But it was a gorgeous day — 77°! — and the forecast for today was looking a little less favorable. So I kitted up, grabbed the Rivendell Sam Hillborne, and set off for a brief inspection tour of gas prices at four stations along Tramway.
As you know, “the roaring economy is roaring like never before,” and though I’ve seen no signs of this at the grocery or anywhere else, The Pestilence says it is so and thus I must be mistaken. Wouldn’t be the first time.
I rarely drive, gassing up the ol’ rice rocket about once every three months or so. And lately I’ve quit collecting receipts because the pumps’ printers are usually on the fritz and damme if I’m stumbling into the kiosk to stand in line with the proles waiting to pay for their Slim Jims, malt-liquor 40s, and coffin nails, whatever they haven’t already shoplifted.
But I’m pretty sure that the last time I filled up — before we decided to bomb Iran into democracy — the price per gallon for regular was $2.83. And yesterday it was as you see above.
Winning? Your mileage may vary, as the fella says.
This may become a regular feature here at Ye Olde Dogge House. Feel free to chime in with the gas prices in your neck of “the roaring economy.” In the meantime, I have a year’s worth of grocery receipts to examine. I suspect that if there is any roaring to be heard as a consequence, it will be coming from me.
• Addendum: The Associated Press has a national roundup. Whoo, check them L.A. prices! I love L.A.!
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You may recall I got paid to do that for a while at the ol’ Gazumph Tefeloon, during a previous dustup with the Ayatollahs, in which gas prices were the biggest winners. I’d set out on my two-wheeled Honda into a gorgeous afternoon and motor north, south, east and west for a few hours of on-the-clock wasting of time – not to mention gasoline – just to return with the predictable news: Gas prices are UP, folks!
It never gets old.
Ah, those Fabulous Seventies, back when we were Men, instead of whatever it is that we are now.
I rarely think about gas prices, since I’m only an occasional driver — I haven’t left Bernalillo County on four wheels since last August, when we said adios to Jethro and Lucy in Alamosa.
Speaking of Jethro, he and I took a road trip to San Francisco during that 1979 oil crisis. Holy hell, your state was pricey even then. We crashed at my cousin’s place around 10th and Judah, left the Datsun parked, and walked or took buses everywhere.
Saw a big ol’ gal with a little guy on a leash and some of the Harvey Milk riots, too. Those shows were free of charge. Californy shore knows how to show a feller a good time.
We were at the post office at one of the malls yesterday to drop off a package to my sister in law. Inside the mall was this monsterous Nissan Armada on display.
Yep, high gas prices. Wonder what it will cost to fill up that monstrosity if gas hits four or five bucks a gallon.
Like you, we don’t drive much, and the Corolla really squeezes the miles out of a gallon. Two weeks ago gas was $2.89 a gallon in Sierra Vista. On Sunday it was $3.65 a gallon.
I love me a little war. Bomb Iran? Put a hola in the ayatollah? Sure, as long as I don’t have to pay for it. Well, chump, it’s costing your grandchildren $1 Billion a day, a little more or less.
The numbers are staggering, aren’t they? Butter don’t stand a chance when guns are in the house.
Maybe butter needs some guns.
I thought that if we won, the war would be free? Isn’t that the Trump doctrine?
I thought the ROI was a Nobel Peace Prize. But I don’t know nothin’ about bidness.
That’s OK mi amigo, the dumpster doesn’t know about bidness either. But he really goes wild with other people’s money, especially taxpayers, their kids, the grand kids, and on and on.
Got any ideas for my No Kings signs? Trump Is Putin’s Chump, perhaps?
No more liars
No more kings
C’mon cholesterol Do You Thing!
$3.69 here more or less in the Mitten State. But I’m tooling around in an EV which I charge at home so I’m more concerned with how much that ole elec-tricity is gonna rise. Mostly since tRump murdered off many a windmill and solar project. (for now).
The weird thing is didn’t we all figure gas would be $4 plus by now a few years back? That was the prediction at the minimum and Europe and Canada sure hit those numbers and held. But here, the fossil fuel weasels kept prices down in order to kill off alternative energy. Well…over time they’ll lose their grip on the legislatures and con men in office but by then I’ll be long gone and hopefully turned to compost for raising carrots. Or better yet, hops and grapes.
“Hops and grapes.” There you go. The Herbalicious Hammer!
Herb’s Helles Lager!
I hate to confess it, Paddy me lad, but I’ve not put an ounce of creativity into my No Kings signs. I need to get cracking on some concepts.
Climate change is real, Trump is fake.
National embarrassment, international joke.
Impeach the dumpster.
No crowns for no clowns.
Grifters gonna grift.
Impeach the dumpster!
Trump making corruption great again!
Wanna buy a stupid hat?
White House has merch.
It would be a tad humorous if the newly chosen leader of Iran, the one actually chosen by the current clergy leadership good or bad, has done their homework and already had a talented artisan whip up a flashy Persian Peace medal to anoint the glorious (glower-ous) imbecile.
$3.39 at the Shell station down the street. Our area sounds like a NASCAR race on the weekends and rush hour. SO much noise.
Same here, on Tramway. Crotch rockets and Civic/Subie street racers (with spoilers, wings and other ground effects). They say Hell ain’t half full but some nights I wonder if it might be ’cause the junior devils are all up here.
It’ll be $5 a gallon this nuclear winter.
This morning dumpster says the Navy escorted an oil tanker ship through Strait of Hormuz. Price of a barrel of oil quickly drops. A few hours later the white house says no, that wasn’t correct. There was no escort or ship. They blame it on a staffer. Oil price immediately goes up. Is it just me, or is everyone’s insider trading alarm going off?
Guarantee you Don and Pete are texting their intentions to buddies who can make bank off of the market swings.
I see a headline containing “Trump says” and I move on. Dude will say anything. I suppose we should tip our hats to anyone who’s found a way to make money off that, but I think I’d rather see them all up against a wall somewhere.
Apparently buying a LandYacht requires the de-wiring of ones self-awareness lobe, cuz when your vehicle hold 25+ gallons and it gets 15mpg, you are compelled to complain about the price of petrol to anyone within earshot every time you fill up.
I look up at the lugnuts of these beasties from the driver’s seat of the old Subie and think, “Fuck me, Cap’n, if you wanted to drive an aircraft carrier, why didn’t you join the Navy?”
I anticipate 4.59 / diesel today on my way to school some kids in the ways of psych, as in the actual institution not the dot gov. *So excited*
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It was an even day today so I filled up the car today for $5.00. I had to nurse in the last few cents. It sure was high though at $0.79/Gal. It wasn’t that long ago that I could get gas at $0.50/Gal. I can’t imagine how somebody could afford to fill up a big old Cadillac.
The last time I filled up I forgot which day it was. Boy did the other customers in line get mad at me when they realized I was an even car on an odd day.
Memories. Back when the world was nearly as fucked up as it is now. Although, the bicycles are better now so I’m happy.
Almost $5/gallon here in LostAngel es. Thank goodness I drive a frugal rice grinder not a monster. The bike makes lots more sense.