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Dust the cobwebs off your brain and tell me….

How low can you go?

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Filling up the tank hurts these days. But it wasn’t always that way. I fondly recall pulling into a gas station and not paying a bit of attention to the price.

And while I remember the oil embargo of the 1970’s, I was a child and couldn’t tell you what my parents paid when the stations were open on alternating Monday and Thursday afternoons.

Newly married in the early eighties? Gas up the road from our house in North Carolina was .79 cents a gallon.

I filled my car for $11.06.

Doesn’t that sound wonderful?

Now you.

What’s the cheapest price you remember paying?

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