I’m Constantly Amazed . . .
Last week Andy Cline wrote about the perennial issue of fuel prices - in the States these are looking like heading below $3.25/gal again, thanks perhaps to the release of 30,000,000 barrels of oil from the Strategic Petroleum Reserve. His comment that this is another one-step-back in the inexorable two-steps-forward for fuel prices is absolutely spot on.
Every time we breach a threshold, a return to just below it seems like a blessed relief. Remember when 90p/l seemed bad? How about when it was £1.00/l? But we got used to that . . . just in time for £1.20/l to seem really eye-watering. But actually, it wasn’t too tough . . . until we breached £1.40/l.
Well apparently, our major supermarkets are embarking on a price war at the pumps. This’ll make no difference to us though, and will at best be another temporary respite. Peak oil is coming (or it’s already arrived), and really, the only way is up.
So why am I constantly surprised?
Well, I do own a car, but the more I ride, the longer the gaps between filling it up - currently it’s every 4-5 weeks. So every time I go to the petrol station, it’s like visiting for the first time.
I stare goggle-eyed at the cost as I fill the tank. Did I really used to just accept this madness? How on earth do people cope (I work with people who have to fill up every 2-3 days, and they live about the same distance from work as I do), and not think about changing the degree to which they think they have to drive?