SoonerLS

I paid $2.26/gal for E10/87 in east Tulsa this evening.

Norman is my hometown. If I were ever daft enough to start naming my vehicles, I’d probably take my cue from Captain Call and name them all the Hell Bitch.

I paid $1.90/gal for E10/87 in Norman yesterday afternoon.

I revisited this thread for other reasons, but thought I’d add this. According to Dale Hanson, who was in MACV-SOG, and whose specialty in Special Forces was intelligence, the VC lost 30,000 KIA in the Tet Offensive. Those “VC” you saw in ‘70 weren’t actually VC, they were primarily NVA masquerading as VC.

Every pound of battery is a pound of payload you don’t get, and lots of F-150s max out on payload before they hit the towing limit. If you use it as a car, weight doesn’t matter, but if you bought it to use as a truck, it really does.

I just paid $2.07/gal for E10/87 at a QT in west Broken Arrow.

If you think that’s bad, try the ones where they found a safety defect in a vehicle that was still in the holding lot at the plant. The number of affected vehicles in customer hands is most likely zero, but they still have to issue a recall.

Listening to how “he” pronounced “Louisville…Kentucky” at the start, I’m thinking this is AI slop. That would certainly explain the mismatched imagery and iffy “facts” mentioned in this thread.

Personally, as long as it isn’t affecting drivability (assuming you don’t have alternate transportation), I’d just wait for the new door. Even if they can find one in the same color, they’ll probably have to end up repainting it to get a good color match, so I doubt it’d be any cheaper—the part would probably be cheaper, but there’d be more labor in the used door, seeing as how they’d have to strip in in addition to prepping it for paint, and the labor is where the real cost is.

I paid $2.22/gal for E10/87 last night in Sapulpa. Some friends in OKC sent pictures of signs showing $1.85/gal E10/87.

CTDOT has data for the roads which are their responsibility—for US highways and Interstates, they have to report on it to the USDOT annually or they’ll lose Federal funding. How they choose to use that data is another question entirely.

Most of Norman has been a “quiet zone” for 15-20 years. By law, the railroads had to add crossing gates on all on-grade crossings in the state around that timeframe, and they made the switch to being a quiet zone about the same time, but I don’t know if either made any difference in safety. Fun fact: Norman was named after Abner Norman, who was a railroad surveyor (for the Santa Fe, IIRC) in the 19th century. He had a rail car with his name on the side parked on a siding after one of the Land Runs in 1889, when the city was founded, and the name stuck.

A few years ago, I was driving fairly slowly down a 2-lane highway late on a foggy night. The terrain was hilly, so when it dipped down I’d come out of the fog, then go back into it on the next hill. On one of these dips, I saw a buck standing on the centerline, so I slowed down even further and moved right to go around it. It was somewhere past my door when the dumb son of a buck turned and ran into the side of the bed. 180 degrees it could’ve gone and not run into anything, but the dumbass turned and ran into the big red truck. Fortunately, it didn’t do any damage to the truck, but it sure sounded like a heck of a hit.

One time is chance. Two times is coincidence. Three times is enemy action…

Deer are the living embodiment of “if you’re gonna be stupid, you’d better be tough.” Years ago, I was driving down a rural road when a buck started running parallel to me. I knew enough about them to suspect that it was going to dart out in front of me, so I let off the gas and got ready to brake. Sure as God made little green apples, it made what looked like a 90-degree turn at speed and shot across the road just feet from my front bumper. A few years before that, a friend was driving her Del Sol not far from there when a buck shot out in front of her. The speed limit there was 50, so she was probably doing around that when they met, ruining the hood and the driver-side headlight and fender. The buck went up and over the car, but by the time she got the car stopped and had a chance to look around, that sucker was long gone.