I was born in 1968 and only have a dim memory of the gas crisis of the early 1970s. I do remember it though. I remember odd-even days. I remember my parents taking the car down to the local garage/gas station the night before they were “allowed” to get gas and parking it there so the owner of the station, a family friend, could fill it up for them first thing in the morning. I remember gas lines so long they stretched for almost half a mile, if not longer. I was a kid at the time, so I guess I didn’t think too much of it. It was just the way things were. Last night, I had an experience that reminded me of those days in a not-so-good way.
I decided to stop to fill up the tank on the way home from work. Already yesterday morning, prices in our neighborhood had increased significantly and the lowest price was at $ 2.79. I knew that waiting any longer would mean higher prices. Kellie and picked me up from work and we stopped at the Exxon station down the street, which was apparently an idea that several people had. By the time we got there, there was no gas left. Okay, not entirely true — the only gas left was the super premium blend which was nearly $ 3.00 a gallon.
It was, for a short time, a scary moment. The idea that a gas station would run out of gas when I needed it was, on some level an entirely foreign concept. We eventually did fill up the car, at our local Sheetz where the price is up to $ 2.89/gallon (the Crown down the road was at $ 2.99 this afternoon).
I know what it was; it was a sign, albeit small, of a good old-fashioned gas panic, something this country hasn’t really seen in about 35 years. Vodkapundit is reporting similar things happening in Georgia, Begging to Digger says its happening in North Carolina, and Instapundit links to similar events in Tennessee.
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