Twenty bucks and its

Twenty bucks and it’s not even half full. Those days of running to the desert for the weekend for twenty bucks each are over. That was for two people food, gas and fun in the sun. Twenty cents a gallon and they washed your windows and checked under the hood. “Two buck,” my dad used to yell out the day we were going driving. Those Sunday drives to places we haven’t been before. To see the legendary places we only heard of. It might be only a sign but something happened there once before and my parents loved it being at a point in history. I sold my V-8 powered car when the price of gas went to 35 cents a gallon. Bought a motorcycle when it went to 80 cents a gallon.