well, my tank of $10/gallon 100 octane was running low, and i thought i’d blend in some 91 octane to keep her going down the road. i picked cinda’s favorite gas station on alton just east of university because it created a fun albiet brief freeway rout to get to it.
i backed in to the fist and almost last space available. and as i did, a young guy, maybe 20, hat on backwards, scruffy beard, lowriding shotgun in a candy-apple red late model mustang, leaned out the window and said, “that’s a beautiful car, sir!’
“thanks, man!” i said back as he proceeded to an open gas pump on the far side of the station.
rest assured i made sure he could hear me when i left the station… 😎