And a turntable!
Also apologies to Beck for going off the rails. (heh)
I’d buy an extra 6-pack of Snickers bars. They ain’t cheap, either.
I haven’t had to commute in two years. So I generally don’t buy any gas.
I don’t know what the savings are spent on. Spending isn’t my department.
My dad used to tell me and my brother that, “The car rides as easily on the top half of the tank as on the bottom.” After the 70s oil crisis, he never let a tank get below half full.
(And neither did we. Then. I’m not so good about it now, but I drive maybe 10 miles in an average week and fill up about every 3 months. Now I’m wondering what my oil change schedule should be!)
^^^I wonder about mine as well.For a while, I was having it changed every 2,000 miles because it was all city driving. I’ve got a new trailhawk now and it just turned 2,000. Will probably wait till 3,000.
No probs. I like the way my threads often go way off the ‘rails’
It often turns up interesting facts.
Kinda like the rest of your life!
True, so true🤭
But don’t you find it hard to keep track? 
My mind works in mysterious ways.
I see your mind is well trained. 
Choo-choo.
Good investment. Will it have high speed trains?
Time is as important as mileage, but here’s a tip: use the high-end synthetic oil. It greatly extends oil change intervals, both in terms of mileage and time.
Twas ever thus.
There have been studies (including Mythbusters) about how many farts or how much flatulence a person produces per day, on average. In our house,
that’s led to the warning: “I’m feeling above average today.”
God. My grandsons are geniuses about having gas, they are way above average.
The youngest one can fart on command.
He goes around saying “pull my finger”
He’s started his ‘uncle’ career early in life.
Hey, if you’ve got a talent, develop it.
I once annoyed my mother. Well, more than once, I’m sure, but I’m talking about one particular time. My kids were visiting her and the youngest was being above average to the point of genius. She complained about it during a phone call at a time that I already had a letter to her and them all sealed and ready to mail.
So I added a limerick about his exceptionalism to the back of the envelope. . . “Don’t you know this is a small town! The post mistress knows everyone in town!”
eh, nm.
The Queen of England was entertaining a visiting dignitary with a open air carriage ride when one of the horses farted long and loud.
“I’m so sorry” said the Queen.
“Don’t worry your Majesty - I thought it was the horse!”