Evan Youngblood

I drive a truck. I love my truck. I’ve owned trucks since I was 16. Each of them has been a Chevrolet. Two have had V8′s, and I’ve loved every one of them.

I still remember, with perfect clarity, when my dad showed up in the driveway with a bright red ’92 S-10 one week after my 16th birthday. It was in my price range, and a couple days later, I was writing the check. Gas was $1 per gallon.

I pulled up to a pump a day or two ago and put $98.00 in my Avalanche. Regularly checking the maximum credit card authorization at gas pumps around my area is not my idea of fun.

I will sacrifice a lot to keep my V8 monster. I love driving it. I’ve never thought twice about heading off in 10 inches of snow or on a sheet of ice. The Avalanche’s 6000 plus pounds give it traction rivaling that of a farm tractor with studded tires.

So why, now, do I consider letting my baby go? Well, for one, I just bought an airplane. But moreover, gas prices aren’t going to go down. Exxon, BP, and all the other money-hungry companies have figured out that we will pay whatever it costs, no matter how high that price may be. They know this now, and have no reason, no incentive, and no logic to lower the cost. (continue reading…)

I just moved this site over to WordPress, and I’m still working on the template files, so some links may work, but the layouts may be fubared for the time being.