There are not enough to recall the events of my misspent youth. On a beautiful cool Fall night I was accelerating my new four barrel carbureated pick-up into one of the best banked curves in our region with my favorite by my side. Gasoline was about 25 cents a gallon. I thought life didn’t get much better than that.
Not long after that OPEC shut off the taps and we waited in line for gasoline if it was our day for our turn.
I still have the truck and my favorite passenger.