Everyone’s on the same page along Tramway Boulevard.
Way back in the Glory Days of Monday — remember that fabulous Monday? — a happy Duck! City motorist could gas up for $3.39 or $3.59 per gallon, depending on his/her choice of station.
On Saturday … not so much.
The going rate for a gallon of go-juice on Tramway today is $3.89, from Lomas to San Bernardino. Affordability is on the march, and soon the American public will be legging it around and about, too.
Just wait until Addled Hitler sinks Kharg Island, a small coral island off Iran’s coast that according to The Associated Press is “the primary terminal through which nearly all of Iran’s oil exports pass.” The Guardian has a nifty explainer, too.
Petras Katinas, an energy researcher at the Royal United Services Institute who calls Kharg “the main node” of the Iranian economy, said that if Iran were to lose control of the island, it would be difficult for the country to function, even though the island isn’t a military or nuclear target.
“It doesn’t matter which regime is in power — new or old,” Katinas said.
Oh, good. This is like blowing up a 7-Eleven and replacing it with a Circle K, only the Circle K has empty shelves, fuel pumps that don’t work, no employees, and an angry mob forming in the cratered parking lot with weapons in various calibers and configurations, craving a word with management.
Send Whiskey Pete Kegsbreath out to restore order. He can show them his tats. They can show him their rat-a-tat-tats.
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No worries. Dumpster and his minions are on WADA’s shit list for not paying their dues. So, no FIFA or olympic locker rooms for cash mattel.
Amusing that ol’ Cash is a jock-sniffer. Addled Hitler’s banana hammock must be especially pungent.
Yep. Gas was under three bucks a gallon not more than a couple weeks ago up this-a-way. Was 3.89 here, too. My guess it will head north towards five bucks if this stupidity keeps on.
On the good news side for me, I got in a 101 mile week this week on the bikey-bike. Biggest week since I blew out my back! Left leg still complains a lot, but it grudgingly does the work as long as I keep the rpms up and not try to mash the gears.
Well done, sir! Way to bounce back. Spinning is the thing … I’d always been a masher until I discovered the joys of the 46/30T crank and deraillers that let me rock a cassette in the 11-34T range.
I’m no longer in a hurry, so why not spin those low gears? Sure makes for a quieter ride without all those joints and ligaments making their breakfast-cereal snaps, crackles, and pops.
I’ve got that 46-30 setup on two bikes and a 48-32 on another one, all coupled to a 11-34 crank.
One of these days I want to break out the Six-13 with the Campy setup but that has a 50-34 compact with a 12-30 on back, so was keeping that hanging on a hook until I got in a few more miles.
That’s the last Campy I’ll likely ever buy, as the boys in Vincenza seem to have made themselves irrelevant. Stuff sure is pretty, though.
“…11-34 cassette….” duh