Good Morning Gentle Readers,
Before I blew outta town last week on an old-fashioned road trip, it cost me a hundred bucks to fill the politically incorrect foreign pickup truck that's made in America. A hundred bucks. That's never happened, so I felt like I should open a bottle of Moet Chandon or something.
Funny thing about that too, once we crossed the Nevada border the gas prices dropped like a hot rock. Downtown Laughlin's Chevron Premo was selling for less than ARCO's Pingmaster regular down the hill from the Casa. The further southeast one travels in Arizona, the cheaper the gas gets. Twenty-five percent less in Tucson than in So Cal.
Course, like incest, gas prices are relative. $3.75 a gallon is still stiff. It's just relatively better than $4.85. Somebody emailed me that demand is finally falling and gas prices have eased a bit. Mrs TWC confirmed. Hadn't noticed, myself.
OTOH, high prices coupled with availability are preferable to cheap prices and long lines.
Been there. Done that. I'll pay.
Yes, that's 81.9 per gallon.
Why speculation doesn't necessarily affect oil prices.
Bonus: Well, no video bonus today, girls, because the video I planned to use has apparently been yanked. I've got A VERY COOL one myself but it isn't ready for YouTube quite yet. Well laid plans and all that.....But Wait! At the risk of burning through my entire bandwidth allocation for July, you can listen to it instead. You'll need WinAmp, Itunes, or Quicktime to hear it. It's way cool.
Freddy Mercury on Moet Chandon here.