la gasolina & gary coleman
May 29, 2010
apologies. really. i wanted to post. ready for the excuses? 1. i had work the day after i got back. 2. interestingly enough, i was car lagged and wanted to sleep for a week straight. 3. work attacked me. 4. my dog ate my blog.
#4′s the keeper. but here we are. and here i am. and i’m trying to calculate all my trip expenses. care to know how many times i got gas? 21. not each of those was to fill ‘er up completely though. for example, in nowhere desert nevada (literally; the gas station was called ’3 deserts’) i got paranoid and decided not to let the tank get below halfway full. i have a picture of a sign that says “no gas for 111 miles” and i’m not kidding. that was around area 51. so i guess atliens don’t like gasoline. hmmm.
anyway! 21 times. so let’s say 19 fill ups. so let’s say at 19 fill ups and 12 gallons in my tank (i think that’s about right, a slight overestimate) equals 228 gallons of black gold and 6,846 miles (i got the picture to prove that) equals an average of almost exactly 30 miles per gallon. heeelllllsss yeah, 2004 corolla!! not too shabby considering we had some serious elevation in all those westernesse mountains, i blasted the AC in the hot and humid south, and i’m an over-packer by nature. i spent $544.82 on gas in total, which came in 200 under what i thought it would cost. yeehaw, babies! that also means an average of $2.39 per gallon, which for an east coaster ain’t bad. ok if my math is wrong on any of this, i don’t care, ok? ok. but seriously, the middle of nowhere america has cheap gas like whoa and you should absolutely try it some time. not the middle of nowhere north though- i noticed that. middle of nowhere everywhere else, and most especially kansas, yesss. and a little birdy told me gas prices are actually gonna stay kinda low this summer. say what now!?
from gas to short people, onwards! my segways are awesome. but i think you need to know something. occasionally during the second half of the trip, when i was with my brother, i would say “whatchu talkin bout, willis?!” very quietly so he couldn’t quite make out what i was saying. honestly? it was random; i had no reason for doing it. i just wanted to mess with him and convince him he was hearing things. i don’t even know the history of the saying. i know i know- pop culture fail. but on returning i’ve recently heard that gary coleman passed away. so my insanity = early memorial? i don’t know. it’s just mild and not so interesting coincidence, making it perfect for a stupid blog post.
anyway, more posts with pictures to come. pictures require uploading. and sorting. and dating. and stuff like that. and i have to fold laundry right now. so brb.
