And I sure did cry.
This was in the middle of nowhere California, somewhere in between Yuma Arizona and civilization. And no, there was not a cheaper place. And yes, I did have to purchase enough to get me 130 more miles up the road. And to add insult to injury, I went to finish filling up at home and it was $3.65 per gallon. I never look. I know better than to look. Now, I'm going to have to be depressed all day.
(and yes, I will eventually post more Orlando pics, although it's such old news already. I just forgot I was driving 10 hours in order to get Ellie, Evan and Dave to their 287.5 mile bike ride. I always feel a little sorry for them, as they labor off into a week straight from hell, on a bike. But in the end, we just honked and waved and drove on home. It builds character. . .)
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UGH ... and i was being frustrated about gas at $3.10 in Roy vs $3.29 in Logan ...
I'd say my dream of an road trip may have to be like Dave and the kids are doing ... and bike it ... so that means i'm not going too far ... looks like around town
Cathie
"This was in the middle of nowhere California, somewhere in between Yuma Arizona and civilization"
That sounds like Blythe, CA. aka nowheresville.
After my spin class experience last week, there's no way I'd sign on for 287 miles on a bike. Not even 10 miles.
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