Yeah, we all hate gas prices, especially these days. I can remember when gas was 89 cents… of course I still had quite a few years till I was able to drive… and that’s not really saying much for those people out there who can still remember when it was a nickel.

However, I had to fill up my tank again today, and my Dodge Intrepid came to a whopping almost $60 for a regular tank of gas. That got me to thinking about the good ol’ times. Those times when I can remember filling up for only $21. Those times when I did actually think it was a crime that gas actually was posted at $1.79.

Ah… yeah, well these are the times we now live in.

As I was scouring the internet today, I stumbled across a couple of humurous articles based on this issue of rising gas prices. It just seems that some people are actually resorting to (surprise surprise!) stealing gasoline. I have wondered about that lately, what if someone decides to steal my gas out of the blue.

But maybe if that happens, and I find a way to refuel my vehicle once again, then just maybe a stranger will help me out.

But it saddens me. I had desired and dreamed about taking an awesome road trip this summer. Probably out west. But it doesn’t look like that’s going to happen.

Well, maybe instead I should just make a permanent move to southern California and invest in one of those new hybrid cars that actually run on hydrogen.

Or maybe I’ll just stick with my car I’ve had. She’s been a good one at that. Yes. My car is a she…her name is Caroline.

Yeah, I think that’s what I’ll do. At least until magic happens.