I find it both ironic and exasperating that upon arriving in Couer d’Alene, a resort town, 7 hours away from home, we discover that fuel prices are a good 22 cents lower than what we paid before leaving Boise.
Even worse, I discover that whenever my husband gets behind the wheel, my mileage magically improves by almost 30%. (I totally made that percentage up) I’ve been averaging 17-18 mpg in town and 20 if I’m lucky on the freeway. On this trip the ‘Stang consistently performed at 28-29 mpg. Hubby would have me believe it has something to do with how I’m driving. Pfft! As if! I’m an excellent driver. (Channeling Rainman here) The car has a mind of it’s own is all. It’s mocking me. Please, someone, make it stop!