Having a gas
My little car, a ‘98 Mitsu Mirage, has been through the ringer. It’s been hit, abused, left dirty, violated by the neighbors more than once, and kicked. Yes, kicked. There’s a rather large footprint-encrusted dent behind my door. And yet, this little feature-devoid two door keeps on plugging along.
One benefit of a dearth of features is its efficiency as gas prices rise.
(after a fill up yesterday)
Sure, I could drive something decidedly more masculine, but I’d have to pay even more for the privileged. Just what does my 50 bucks get me? Nearly 400 miles. And that’s just around town. We once drove this car from somewhere in Idaho to Heber on one tank (452 miles).
Here’s to hoping that when my kids see this in a few years, they mock me for having had a car that used gasoline.
3 months ago