Talk about the good old days. When I was 10-years old (1965), I distinctly remember gas was $0.24.9/10 at the local Texaco. Every Friday afternoon, I'd look under my step-dad's recliner and our couch cushions, in hopes of finding a quarter. If I was lucky and found one, or the equal amount in change, me and my buddy would walk to the gas station with a 1-gallon gas can on Saturday morning and fill it to the brim for 25 cents. We would then ride my buddy's mini-bike all weekend on that 1-gallon of gas. Thinking back, those were some of the best years of my life.