When I bought my car, folks kept asking me if the price of gas somehow diluted the fun of owning it. What many of them didn’t realize is that when I did my budget for it back in 2001, I realized that unless gas hit $8/gallon, I’d be able to happily flog the crap out of my car. 110,000 miles later, I’ve probably burnt through about 5,700 gallons of gas (assuming I’m getting 19 mpg — though I find I vary from 16 mpg to 22 mpg when commuting) over the past six (almost seven!) years I’ve owned my favorite toy.
