When I was in high school I was paying 13.9 cents/gal. for premium.
It only rose to 26.9 until 1974.
posted on 12/04/2012 12:33:49 AM PST
I remember my mother storming out of an Chevron station exclaiming that she’d never pay 32 cents a gallon.
posted on 12/04/2012 12:40:20 AM PST
(I'll raise $2million for Sarah Palin's presidential run. What'll you do?)
I started driving in 1976. Many a time had to raid the ashtray of quarters to buy gas. Made it from Duluth to Minneapolis a few times on that loose change. And even younger, riding my bike down to the gas station to fill up a 2.5 gallon can for the go-cart or fishing boat was well within the range of a 10-year old with a lemonade stand.
posted on 12/04/2012 1:21:56 AM PST
(So I [God] gave them over to their stubborn hearts to follow their own devices. Psalm 81:12)
They had high school back then?
posted on 12/04/2012 2:12:00 AM PST
by Smokin' Joe
(How often God must weep at humans' folly. Stand fast. God knows what He is doing)
I remember $.13/9 gasoline.
My ‘66 Chevy 396/425 motor got eight miles to the gallon.
posted on 12/04/2012 6:17:24 AM PST
by Eric in the Ozarks
(In the game of life, there are no betting limits)
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